Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/12

 Altho' it was the sabbath-day,

He would not grant th mthem [sic] a delay;

But instantly did hash them down,

And took them captives to the town,

They prisoners were in the ,

Until a false oath they did swear;

Or in the dungeons were shut close,

Where they their lives were like to lose.

Some got the gallows, some the sea,

Some hang'd, some drown'd; that pleased me.

, who serv’d me many a year,

And for my interest did appear;

He serv'd his 'prentiship below,

Then to the mountains he did go,

The to defeat,

People whom I do greatly hate.

At he surpriz'd that crew,

their champion he slew,

And desperately cut off his head,

Also his hands, and made him bleed.

Then in great triumph he did go,

To with a great show;

Much boasting that he had supprest

The in the west;

He did produce the hands and head

Of, whom he killed dead;

For which the council did him pay

A large reward, without delay.

And I myself on him did smile,

For that great action done in ;

Because that he avenged me

Upon my stated enemy.

His kindness shall not be forgot,

As long as my furnace is hot.

, who great did succeed,

He was my constant friend indeed,