To persecute both man and wife, Who he knew led a pious life. Brave Clavers flourish’d in his day; And many lives did take away, He to Rome’s cause most firmly stood, And drunken was with the saint’s blood, Which in abundance he did shed, Of those who from his presence fled, In moss and mountain, cleugh and glen, Were slaughter’d by his Highlandmen. That where he came none might remain, Who in the least did me defame, He rifled houses, and did plunder, In moor and dale many a hunder: He all the shires in south and west, When blood and rapine sore opprest. He to his utmost did contrive, How he might make my kingdom thrive, And how he might bring down all those, That did my government oppose. His mischief never prosper’d ill Except one time near Lowdon 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. 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 Killicrankie, near Dunkel. No longer he could serve me here; But Lag survived for many a year, And constantly stood to his post, When many a champion brave was lost. Brave Charles Stewart of renown, The best that ever wore a crown, For whoredom and adultery, For incest and profanity, For drunkness and for perjury, He neither word nor oath regarded; With gibbets he his friend rewarded When opposition he did meet. He then did play the hypocrite, And feign’d himself for reformation, When he intended deformation. At Spey and Scoon within a year. The covenants he twice did swear; And at Dunfermline did profess Great sorrow for his naughtiness But that was all to get the crown, That he the better might throw down, That covenanted Presbytery, That was so opposite to me; For afterwards he did rescind, These covenants no more to bind; And solemnly he gave command, To burn them by the hangman’s hand. He caus’d the nations to abjure, What they call’d reformation pure. Brave prelacy he did restore, As it in Scotland was before. And to this Dagon he caus’d bow, Scotsman contrary to their vow. He many a conscience did desire, Which made me on his count to smile; Malignants he advanced high. ’Cause they good subjects were to me. He tolerated heresy, All error and profanity: A blasphemous supremacy, Over the church usurped he;