Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/16

And my beloved Kennaway,
Who plagu'd the hill-men every day.
And Charters that was so severe,
'Bove twenty journeys in one year
This varlet willingly did go,
To hasten the fanaticks woe.
Strahan, Murray and Annandale,
Who in my causes had great zeal.
Drummond, Streton, and bloody Reid,
Who shot my foes till they were dead.
Buchan, Inglis, and Wester-hall,
Balfour, and others great and small.
Sten-house, Maitland and Bolloch-mill,
Colzean and Windram, men of skill.
Crighton, Lauder, and many moe,
Who sought the hills-mens overthrow.
Halton, who did himself perjure,
To bring Mitchel to an ill-hour.
Lowrie of Maxwelton also,
Unto these wild-men was a foe.
And so was Craik of Stewarton,
Bailie, and these gave Smith his doom.
And all the bishops in the land
Were ready still at my command,
My statutes for to execute,
On all whom I did persecute.
Dumbarton, Bruce, and Rob Dalziel,
And other worthies I could tell,
As Ezekiel Montgomerie,
The worst fine monster that could be,
And that vile wretch call'd sheriff Hume,
That was right worthy of his room,
And old tree-legged Duncan Grant,
Who of his wickedness did vaunt.
Eglinton, Irncaple, and Lord Ross,
Who did the Whigs murder and toss,