Scotland/Scots > Song in praise of the highland lads

Arid hail the gloyy of the field.
Made him to run and seek for bleld,
To a castle strong in the morning.
9. Bat the brave Macduff, he was so bo!d«
He drew him Out of that strong hold.
And left him dead, as E am told,
In Ltfnvphanafl’s glens itt the momisif
30. No wonder tho’ Macduff did him disown..
He had kill'd the King upon the thioif^,
And swayed the Sceptre as his own,
Among Scofiand’s glens in the morning.
11. So none could count Macduff unfair.
To kill that Tyrant, I declare.
And place on the throne the righteous hei?,
Among Scotland’s glens in the morning,
32. We have yet Generals O’ that valiant race.
Lord Fife and his Brother in this plate.
Who oftentimes their foes did face.
In times of wars in the morning.
IS. This present Lord was long in Spain,^
A General's post he there did gain.
And poSpe^seri of it does yet remain,
Antorig Scotland’s glens in the morning.
H. A General brave, Lord Fife was found.
For when he did receive an wound,
He bravely- did maintain his ground,
On the plains of Spain in tile morfting.
15. When the other General fled and ran.
The brave Lord Fife he led the van.
And made the French look pale and Wan,
When they fled from that field in the morning.
16. And wherever Fife's Earl gives the command,
May Britain’s enemies never stand.
But flee away, by sea and land.
From Scotland’s glens in the morning.
37. May that valiant race last like the sun.
That forward in his course doth run,
May they subdue their foes with sword and gufy
As Generrh brave jn the morning.