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/5

 He rifl’d houses and did plunder,

In moor and dale many a hunder.

He to his utmost did contrive,

How he might my kingdom thrive:

And how he should bring down all those,

That did my government oppose.

His mischief never prosper’d ill,

Except one time near Loudon 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 sought their utter overthrow,

In every place where he did go,

When they were dead such was his rage.

No less his fury could assuage,

Than raise them up ’bove earth to lie,

As trophies of his victory.

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 sudden fate at last he fell

At Killycranky, near Dunkel.

No longer could he serve me here;

But Lag surviv’d for many a year,

And constantly stood to his post,

When many a champion brave was lost.

Brave Charles Stuart, of renown.

The best that ever wore a crown.

For whoredom and adultery,

For incest and profanity,