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He rifled houſes, and did plunder,
In moor and dale many a hunder,
He all the ſhires in ſouth and weſt,
With blood and rapine ſore oppreſt.
He to his outmoſt 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.
When they were dead, ſuch was his rage,
Nor leſs his fury could aſſwage,
He rais'd them up, 'bove earth to ly,
As trophies of his victory.
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 Killicranky, near Dunkel.
No longer could he ſerve me here;
But Lag ſurviv'd for many a vear,
And conſtantly stood to his poſt,
When many a champion brave was loſt.
Brave Charles Stewart of renown,
