the laird of lag's
CHARACTER & ELEGY.
WHAT fatal news is this I hear!
On earth who ſhall my ſtandard bear?
For 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 ſurious 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;
No man dare ſay he did repent
Of the good ſervice done to me;
For as he liv'd, ſo ⟨did he⟩ die.
He bore my image on his brow,
My ſervice he did ſtill avow.
