Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/19

 All public mischief in the land,

Were done at command,

In 's case he did perjure

Himself, most wrongfully he swore;

For conscience he regarded not,

Himself he wholly did devote,

To serve King and myself,

And to advance his worldly pelf.

Persisting in these courses still,

Did grieve and anger one ;

So and he,

Were all deliver'd o'er to me;

and ,

Unto my lot each man they fell,

A company of as brave men,

As ever minister did send

By such a sentence unto me ;

Whom I embrac'd most willingly.

'Cause formerly I did commend

In many things these worthy men.

Now these brave heroes I must leave,

And some few instances I'll give

Of these brave actions which did,

That ought no longer to be hid,

In he was well known,

His great exploits in it was shown;

He was my general in that place,

He did the Presbyterians chase,

Thro' mosss and muir, and many a hag,

They were pursu'd by my friend.

Saints monuments that's here and there,

If any will to them repair,

'Mongst others there they'll read his name,

And know he was a man of fame.

On many there he forc'd the test,

By perjury them sore opprest.