Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/1



HAT fatal news is this I hear!

On earth who shall my standard bear?

Lag, who was my champion brave

Is dead, and now laid in his grave,

The want of him is a great grief;

He was my manager and chief,

Who fought my kingdom to promove,

And to my laws he had great love.

Could such a furious fiend as I

Shed tears, my cheeks would never dry;

But I would mourn both night and day,

Cause from earth is ta'en away.

It is no wonder I am sad,

A better friend I never had.

Thro' all the large tract of his time,

He never did my ways decline:

He was my trusty constant liege,

Who at all times did me oblige.

But now, what shall I think or say?

By death at last he's ta'en away.

He was a man of meikle zeal,

Who in my service did not fail;

He was no coward