Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/13

 And cut his body all asunder,

And plac'd it for a world's wonder.

Mus he shook off humanity,

For the respect he had to me,

At last in horror he did die,

And went to Tophet dolefully.

Monmouth did me a noble turn,

When he to Bothwell bridge did come,

With armed force, with power and might,

He slew and put the Whigs to flight.

Although it was the Sabbath-day,

He would not grant them a delay,

But instantly did hash them down,

And took them captives to the town.

They prisoners were in the Grey friar,

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:

Earlshal 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 Cameronians to defeat.

People whom I do greatly ha e

At Airds moss he surpris'd that crew,

Cameron their champion he slew,

And desperately cut off his head,

Also his hands, and made him bleed.

Them in great triumph he did go,

To Edinburgh with a great shew,

Much boasting that he had fupprest

The Cameronians in the west

He did produce the hands and head