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OR, CiVL«!r>ONIASl WAR33*ER. 377
For king and laws, and country's cause,
In honour's bed he lay, man ;
His life, but not his courage, fled,
And Major Bowie, that worthy soul, \
Was brought down to the ground, man; \
His horse being shot, it was lot \
For to get mony a wound, man : j
Lieutenant Smith, of Irish birth, j
Frae whom he call'd far aid, man, ;
Being full of dread, lap o'er liis head, ;
And wadna be gainsaid, man, \
He made sic haste, sae spurr'd his beast, \
"^Twas little there he saw, man ; <
To Berwick rade, and safely said, \
The Scots were rebels a', man : •
But let that end, for well 'tis kend ~ e^:? s ■ \
His use and wont to lie, man ; bns ,swi j
The Teague is naught, he never faught^ |
When he had room to flee, man. j
And Caddell drest, amang the rest, i
With gun and good claymore, man^ i
On gelding grey he rode that way, 1
With pistols set before, man ; I
The cause was good, he'd sj^ehd hisI)laod>[:? w" n^^ I
Before that he would yield, manjvMf e o5 9>(iJ ■ .^
But the night before, he lefl the core, v:>fnif03 ^iH $
And never iacecl the field, man* \M?i lijdT 1:
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