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For he took the gout,
Which truly was wit,
By judging it time to withdraw, man.
And trumpet M'Lean,
Whose breeks were not clean,
Through misfortune he happen'd to fa', man ;
By saving his neck.
His trumpet did break,
Came aiF without music at a', man.
So there such a race was.
As ne'er in that place was.
And as little chase was at a', man ;
From other they ran.
Without touk of drum.
They did not make use of a pa', man.
Whether we ran, or they ran.
Or we wan, or they wan,
Or if there was winning at a', man.
There's no man can tell,
Save our brave generall,
Wha first began running awa, man,
Wi' the Earl o' Seaforth,
And the Cock o' the North ;4i
But Florence ran fastest ava, man,
Save the laird o' Phineven,^^
Who swore to be even
Wi' any general or peer o' them a', man.
And we ran, and they ran ; and they ran, and we
ran ;
And we ran, and they ran awa, man.^^
41 An honorary popular title of the Duke of Gordon.
•*2 Carnegy of Finhaven.
43 From Herd's Collection, 1776, except the sixth and the two last
verses, whieh are added from the Jacobite Relics, although they contain a
contradiction regarding the conduct of the Earl of Mar.
2 M 2

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