Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/19

 He did the Scottish kirk betray,

And all privileges sold

For pleasure here and love of gold;

He fill'd he land with perjury,

And all sorts of iniquity;

And did the force f Scotland lead

To persecute the woman s seed.

who did his master sell

And afterwards went down to hell,

Had no more mi chief in his mind,

Than Sharp this noble friend of mine.

A paction past twixt him and me

That I from skaith should keep him free;

I gave him sorcery gainst lead

That shooting should not be his dead,

And yet this did not him secure,

He lost his life on Magu-muir;

There some stout-hearted men in Fyfe,

With swords of steel did take his life;

And very justly did him kill

'Cause he their brethren s blood did spill.

So to this place he did descend.

But after him Lag did contend

For my kingdom many a day:

But now, alas! he's ta en away.

What shall I say? for time would sail,

To tell you of brave Lauderdale.

A great apostate he did prove,

Because with Balaam he did love

The wages of iniquity

To keep him in prosperity;

That his beastly belly might

Have Epicurean delght;

To spend his time in carnal pleasure,

Which he esteem'd above all treasure