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/2



HAT 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 is a great grief;

He was my manager and chief,

Who sought my kingdom to improve,

And to my laws he had great love.

Could such a furious fiend as I

Shed tears, my cheeks would never dry,

But I would 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,

Thro' 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 ta'en away.

He was a man of meikle zeal,

Who in my service did not fail:

He was no coward to relent,

No man dare say he did repent

Of the good service done to me;

For as he liy'd so did he die.