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IN MEMORY OF

SIR ROBERT GRIERSON,

OF LAG.

fatal news is this I hear?

On earth who shall my standard bear?

For Lag who was my champion brave,

Is dead and now laid in his grave.

The want of him in a great grief;

my manager and chief

Who fought my kingdom to promove,

And to my laws he had great love.

Could such a furious fiend as I

Shed tears my cheeks would never dry;

But I could mourn both night and day,

'Cause Lag from earth is ta'en away.

It is no wonder I am sad

A better friend I never had.

Through all the large tract of his time,

He never did my ways decline:

He was my trusty constant liege,

Who at all times did me oblige;

But now what shall I think or say?

By death at last he's a'en away.

He was a man of meikle zeal,

Who in my service did not fail:

He was no coward to relent;