Eglinton, Ironcaple and lord Ross, Who did the Whigs murder and toss, From sixty to the revolution, Imbrewed their hands in persecution They murder’d and did stigmatise, Such as my service did not please: They banished them to foreign nations, And sold them to the new plantations, With rigour great they took their gear, Because they my livery would not wear, None forwarder among them all, Than noble Grierson of Lag-hall, Whose worthy actions make him fit In the great chair now to sit, ’Bove Korah and his company, For all his friendship done to me. This honour he doth well deserve, For he unweariedly did serve Me to his utmost every way, To keep my kingdom from decay. I must remember bishop Sharp, For the good service I did get Of him, when he was here away; He did the Scottish kirk betray, And all its privileges sold For pleasure here and love of gold; He fill’d the land with perjury, And all sorts of iniquity; And did the force of Scotland lead To persecute the woman’s seed. Judas who did his master sell, And afterwards went down to hell, Had no more mischief in his mind, Than Sharp this noble friend of mine. A paction past twixt him and me That I from skaith should keep him free: I gave him sorcery, gainst lead That shooting should not be his dead, And yet this did not him secure, He lost, his life on Magus-muir; There some stout-hearted men in Fyfe, With swords of steel did take his life; And very justly did him kill ’Cause he their brethren’s blood did spill. So to this place he did descend, But after him Lag did contend For my kingdom many a day: But now, alas! he’s ta’en away. What shall I say? for time would fail, To tell you of brave Lauderdale. A great apostate he did prove, Because with Balaam he did love The wages of iniquity. To keep him in prosperity; That his beastly belly might Have Epicurean delight; To spend his time in carnal pleasure, Which he esteem’d above all treasure. He was a member among those Who strictest models did compose, Upon the Presbyterian side But quickly he from them did slide. These covenants which once he swore, Most solemnly he did abjure, All tenderness he did cast off, On scripture he did droll and scoff. To prelate Sharp be thought no shame Above Rabshakeh to blaspheme. By habit he did curse and swear, He harlot’s company did bear. He did counsel and assist The king who after blood did thirst, To bring all to a final end For covenants that did contend. All public mischiefs in the land Were done at Lauderdale’s command. In Mitchel’s case he did perjure