Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/6

6 When blood and rapine sore opprest,

He to his utmost did contrive,

How he might make my kingdom thrive,

And how he might bring down all those,

That did my government oppose.

His mischief never prosper'd ill

Except one time near Lowdon hill,

Where shamefully he did retreat,

Before a few, who did him beat,

Till more assistance I did give.

And then brave Clavers did revive;

With fury then and hellish rage,

He did these wanderers engage,

And sought their utter overthrow,

In every place where he did go.

He was made Viscount of Dundee,

For venturing his all for me.

This honour he enjoy'd not long,

Soon after this he was ta'en home

By sudden fate at last he fell,

At Killicrankie, near Dunkel.

No longer he could serve me here;

But Lag survived for many a year,

And constantly stood to his post,

When many a champion brave was lost.

Brave Charles Stewart of renown,

The best that ever wore a crown,

For whoredom and adultery,

For incest and profanity,

For drunkness and for perjury,

He neither word nor oath regarded;

With gibbets he his friend rewarded

When opposition he did meet.

He then did play the hypocrite,