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IO-I
The volunteers prick'd up their ears.
And vow gin they were croufe, man;
But when the bairns faw't turn to earn'ft
They were not worth a loufe, man;
Maift feck gade hame; O fy for fhamei
They'd better ftaid awa', man.
Than wi' cockade to make parade,
And do nae good at a', man.
Menteith the great, when herfell f_i,
L T n* wares did ding him o'er, man.
Yet wad na ftand to bear a harteU
But aff iou fait did fcour, man;
O'er Soutra hill, e'er he ftood ftill.
Before he tafted meat, man.
Troth he may brag of his ftwift nag,
That bare him aff fae fleet, man.
And Simpfbnkeen to clear the een
Of rebels far in wrang, man;
Did never ftrive wi' piftols five,
But gallopp'd with the thrang, man:
He turn'd his back, and in a crak
Was cleanly out of fight, man;
And thought it beft, it was nae jeft
Wi' Highlanders to fight, man.
Mangft a' the gang.nane bade the bang
But twa, and ane was tane, man;
For Campbell rade, but Myrie ftaid.
And fair he paid the kain,man;
Fell (kelps he got was war then fhot
Frae the fharp-edg"d claymore, man;
Frae many a fpout came running Out
His reeking-hct red gore, man.
But Gard'ner brave did ftill behave ,
Like to a Jiero bright, man;
His courage true, like him were few
That ftill dcfpifed flight, man;
For King and laws, and country's caufe,
In Honour's bed he lay, man;
His life, but not his courage, fled.
While he had breath to draw, man.
He made fi< k hafte, fae fpurd his b« >
Twas little there he law, man:
, To Berwick rade, and fctfl-Jy ftid,
The Scots were rebels a*. inari:
But let that end, for well 'i>« ktnd
His ufe and wont to lie. man;
TheTeagi.e is naught,- he never faughi.
When he had room to flee. man.
And Caddell dreft, amang the reft.
With gun and good claymore, man;
On gelding grey he rode that way,
With piftols fetlaefore, man; (blood.
The caufe was good, he'd fpend his
Before that he would yield, man:
But the night before he left the cor.
And never fae'd the field, man. .
But gallant Roger, likt a fogrr,
Stood and bravely fought, n mi
I'm wae to tell, at laft he fell,
But mae down wi' him brought, man.
At point of death, wi" h;s laft breath,
(Some ftanding round in ring, i-an^
On's back lying" flat, he wav'd his hat.
And cry 'd, God fave the King, man.
(dogs
Some Highland rogues, like hungry-"
Neglecting ; toj J p.u,rfue, man.
About they fae'd, and in great hafte .
Upon the booty flew, man;
And they as gain, for a' their pain,
Are.deck'd wi' fpoils of war, man;
Fow bald can tell how her nainfed
Was ne'er fae pra before, man .
At the thorn tree, which you may fee
Beweftthe meadow-mill, man,
There mom- flain lay on the plain;
The clans purfuing ftill, man.
Sick unco' hacks, and deadly whacks,
I never faw the like, man,
Loft hands & heads coft them'thejr deads
That fell near Prefton-dyke, man.
And Major Bowie, that worthy foul. That afternoon, when a' was done.
Was brought down to the ground, man; 1 gaed to fee the fray, man;
His horfe being fhot, it was his lot But had_J wift what after .paft,
For to get mriny a wound, man FcTbetter ftnid away, man:
Lieutenant Smith , of Trifh birth, On Seaton fands, wi' nimble hands.
Frae whom he call'dfor aid, man, * They pick'd nv. poekets bare, man;
Being full of dread, lap o'er his head, But I wifh rw-Vr to di ie fick ft ar,
And Wadna be gn inlaid, man. • For a' the. fum and mair, man.