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WHAT fatal news is this I hear!
On earth who shall my standard bear?
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 fought my kingdom to promove,
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,⟩
