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/13

 And afterwards struck off his pow,

Set it on the Nether-bow;

And cut his body all asunder,

And plac'd it for a world's wonder.

Thus he shook off humanity,

For the respect he had for me:

At last, in horror he did die,

And went to Tophet dolefully.

Monmouth did me a noble turn,

When he to Bothwel-bridge did come,

With armed force, with power and might,

He slew, and put the Whigs to flight.

Altho' it was the sabbath-day,

He would not grant them a delay,

But instantly did hash them down,

And took them captives to the town:

They prisoners were in the Grey-friar,

Until a false oath they did swear;

Or in the dungeons were shut close,

Where they their lives were like to loss.

Some got the gallows, some the sea,

Some hang'd, some drown'd, that pleased me.

Earlshall, who serv'd me many a year,

And for my interest did appear;

He serv'd his 'prenticeship below,

Then to the mountains he did go,

The Cameronians to defeat,

People, whom I do greatly hate.

At Aird's-moss he surpriz'd that crew,

Cameron, their champion, he slew,

And desp'rately cut off his head,

Also his hands, and made him bleed.

Then in great triumph he did go

To Edinburgh with a great show;