Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/5

 He labour'd to root out that seed;

That where he came none might remain,

Who in the least did me defame

He rifled houses, and did plunder

In moor and dale many a hunder.

He all the shires in south and west

With blood and rapine sore opprest.

He to his utmost did contrive

How he might make my k ngdom thrive,

And how he might bring down all those

That did my government oppose

His mischief never prosper'd ill,

Except one time near Lowdon hill,

Where shamefully he did retreat

Before a few, who did him beat,

Till more assistance I did give,

And then brave Clavers did revive;

With fury then and hellish rage,

He did these wanderers engage,

And fought their utter overthrow,

In every place where he did go.

He was made Viscount of Dundee,

For venturing his all for me.

This honour he enjoy'd not long,

Soon after this he was ta'en home:

By hidden fits at last the fell

At Killicranky, near Dunkel.

No longer he could serve me here;

But Lag surviv'd for many a year,

And constantly stood to his post,

When many a champion brave was lost.