Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/17

 From sixty to the revolution

Imbrew'd their hands in persecution,

They murder'd and did stigmatize

Such as my service did not please;

They banish'd them to foreign nations,

And sold them to the new plantations

With rigour great they took their gear,

'Cause they my livery would not wear.

None forwa'der among them all,

Than noble of ,

Whole worthy actions makes him fit

In the great chair, now to sit,

'Bove and his company;

For all his friendship done to me.

This honour he doth well deserve,

For he unweariedly did serve

Me, to his utmost every way,

To keep my kingdom from decay.

I must remember Bishop ,

For the good service I did get

Of him, when he was here away,;

He did the kirk betray,

And all its privileges sold,

For pleasure here and love of gold;

He fill'd thothe [sic] land with perjury,

And all sorts of iniquity;

And did the force of lead

To persecute the woman's feed.

who did his fell,

And afterwards went down to hell,

Had no more mischief in his mind,

Than this noble friend of mine.

A paction past 'twixt him and me,

That I from skaith should keep him free:

I gave him sorcery 'gainst lead,

That shouting should not be his dead.