Page:Elegy on Sir Robert Grierson, of Lag, who died December 23d, 1733, or, The prince of darkness' lamentation for the Laird of Lag, and others.pdf/10

 Beloved well of all my friends,

Till at the last he lost his means,

And fell in want and poverty,

Which made him to the abbey fly,

He who the covenants did burn,

A cheating bankrupt did become.

He lost his senses, turn'd demented,

And none but me his case lamented;

And at the end of all did die,

Bemoaned by no man but me:

I did him visit in distress,

Where he is now you'll freely guess.

Turner did Galloway invade,

And took from many what they had;

He spared neither old nor young,

But plunder'd all where he did come:

Most savagely he did them treat,

And without mercy some did beat:

He spoil'd that country cruelly,

And acted like a man for me.

A very hellish life he led,

As in my cave he had been bred.

Carsphairn can well testify,

The cursing and profanity,

The outrages committed there,

The half of which might file the air,

By Turner and his company,

Which wonderfully pleased me.

Dalziel, who fought at Pentland Hill,

And many of my foes did kill,

And others, prisoners did lead,

Who after quarters were hang'd dead.

A downright atheist he did turn,

And ruin'd all where he did come,