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 Yet all he took but short time lasted,

The Whig did say that it as bia ed,

For all his off pring that remain

Have none of his well gotten gain.

When I perceiv'd that it was gone,

I out of pity brought him home

Now Whig may sleep in a sound kin,

They ll never get mair kaith of him.

My friends that were of lower note,

In justice should no be forgot,

As Allison, who here did dree

A hell on earth for pleasing me.

Bonshaw, more fierce then I can tell.

Who bade some found the Whigs to hell;

And my beloved Kennaway

Who plagu'd the bill men every day.

'Bove twenty journeys in one year

This varlet willingly did go,

To hasten the fanatick woe

Strahan Murray and Annardale,

Who in my cause had great eal.

Drummond Stretton and bloody Reid,

Who shot my foes till they were dead,

Buchan Inglis, and Westerhail.

Balfour and others great and small,

Stenhouse, Maitland and Bollochmill,

Culzean and Windrum, men of skill.

Crichton, Lauder, and many moe,

Who sought the hill-men's overthrow.

Halton, who did himself perjure,

To bring Mi'chel to an ill hour.

Lowrie of Max welton also.

Unto these wild men was a foe.

And so was Craick of Stewarton,

Bailie, and these gave Smith his doom.