Their purse he punish’d most severe;
He made the south of Scotland feel,
His griping claws were made of steel,
They were so crooked, hard, and sharp,
They pierc’d men’s substance to the heart,
The king’s commission while he did bear,
Men lost their conscience, life, and gear,
But Charles too soon him discarded,
Yet I his kindness well rewarded;
And this I hope he’ll not deny,