Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/4

 Who in the least did me defame.

He rifl'd houses and did plunder,

In moor and dale many a hunder,

He all the shires in south and west

With blood and rapine sore opprest.

He to his utmost did contrive

How he might make my kingdom thrive,

And how he should 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 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.

When they were dead such was his rage,

Nor less his fury could asswage

Than raise them up, 'bove earth to ly,

As trophies of his victory.

He was made Viscount of Dundee,

For venturing his all for me.

This honor he enjoy'd not long;

Soon after this he was ta'en home;

By sudden fate at last he fell

At Killicranky, near Dunkel.

No longer could he serve me here;

But surviv'd for many a year,

And constantly stood to his post,

When many a champion brave was lost.

of renown,

The best that ever wore a crown;

For whoredom and adultery,