At Lithgow cross, with more disgrace Than ever was at any place. He burnt Lex Rex, and other books, Which sourly on my interest looks; And many acts of kirk and state, Which he knew well that I did hate, ’Cause they advanc’d a reformation, That shook my kingdom thro’ the nation. He burnt old brechems, roakes, and reels, Also the picture of the De’il; I mean myself, ’cause he did think My effigies would make all stink, That he burnt on that solemn day, Upon the twenty-ninth of May. But my dear cousin was mista’en, The covenants remained in fame, By some that did love them so well, That with their blood they did them seal. Himself he did to me surrender, And for a time liv’d in great splendour Beloved well of all my friends. Till at the last he lost his means, And left in want and poverty Which made him to the Abbey fly; He who the covenants did burn, A cheating bankrupt did become, He lost his senses turn’d demented; And none but me his case lamented; And at the end of all did die, Bemoaned by no man but me. I did him visit in distress Where he is now you’ll eas’ly guess. Turner did Galloway invade And took from many what they had, He spared neither old nor young But plundered all where he did come, Most savagely he did them treat. And without mercy some did beat. He spoil’d that country cruelly, And acted like a man for me. A very hellish life he led As in my cave he had been bred. Carsphairn can well testify, The cursing and profanity, The outrages committed there, (The half of which might file the air) By Turner and his company. Which wonderfully pleased me Dalziel who fought at Pentland hill, And many of my foes did kill; And others prisoners did lead, Who after quarters were hang’d dead; A downright atheist he did turn And ruin’d all where he did come, That wanted the mark of the beast, He did not spare them in the least; In serving me he made his boast. He was so valiant in my cause, And so observant of my laws That to commend him there’s no need. His works have prais’d him.--Since he’s dead. Nisbet of Dalstown in his stead. In open court against Whigs did plead: And to the gallows did pursue The Pentland men who did renew The covenants at Lanark town. Till they on gibbets were brought down; And by his rigorous pursuing He many other Whigs did ruin, His great exploits pleas’d me so well, That I his name cannot conceal But think fit that his deeds be told, That so his name may be enrol’d ’Mongst other worthies on record Who serv’d me as their sovereign Lord. M’Kenzie after did succeed,