Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/15

 He ordered that they should be shot,

Where they were found in every spot,

By hellish soldiers my drudges

Whom he empower d in place of judges,

Suspected persons for to try.

And at their pleasure make them die,

Without allowing liberty

To fit them for eternity.

He fram'd all mischief by a law,

To make Scotland an aceldema;

Threatened to make a hunting field,

Of shires that would not fully y eld.

We all the venom of the pit

Against piety did spit,

He hated all maliciously,

Had any sovereign but me;

Had any sovereign but me;

Disdained common honesty,

Lov'd nothing but impiety.

He in my service posted fast,

Until his projects got a blast.

When Orange did come o'er the sea,

Like a base coward he did flee.

Then he did abdicate the crown,

And after liv'd a vagabond;

Till at St. Germains he did die,

And then he did come home to me.

I need not speak of Queensberry.

No man was loyaler than he:

He serv'd me well mithwith [sic] all his might,

Against the Whigs with great despight,

While York s commission he did bear,

U onUpon [sic] that he was most severe.

By him the parliament was led.

Saint's blood like water then he shed,

He confidently did declare