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MINSTRELSY. Si
T. My sister Kate cam up the gate
Wi' crowdie unto me, man ;
She swore she saw some rebels run
To Perth and to Dundee, man.
Their left hand gen'ral had nae skill,
The Angus lads had nae gude will,
That day their neighbours' blude to spill ;
For fear by foes that they should lose
Their cogues o' brose, they scar'd at blows,
And ham e ward fast did flee, man.
They've lost some gallant gentlemen
Amang the Highland clans, man ;
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,
Or in his en'mies' hands, man.
Now wad ye sing this double flight,
Some fell for wrang, and some for right,
And mony bade the waiid gude-night,
Say pell and mell, wi' muskets knell,
How Tories fell, and Whigs to hell
Flew afF in frighted bands, man.
UP AND WARN A', WILLIE.*
Up and warn a', Willie,
Warn, warn a' ;
To hear my canty Highland sang
Relate the thing I saw, Willie.
When we gaed to the braes o' Mar,
And to the weapon-shaw, Willie,
Wi' true design to serve our king,
And banish Whigs awa', Willie.
* This song is written in a similar political strain to the one im-
mediately preceding. It is difficult to account for the chorus, unless