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SOOTS SONGS. 7^
Then Donald fled, and that full fail,
To mountains hich for all his niicht j
For he and his war all agafl, ,
And ran till thej v;ar out of ficht \
And fae cf Rofs he loft his richt, 165
Thocht mony men with him he brocht
Towards the Yles fled day and nicht,
And ail he w^an was dearly bocht.
This is (quod he) the richt report
Of all that I did hear and knaw, 170
Thocht my difcourfe be fumthing fcliort,
Tak this to be a right futhe faw \
Contrairie God and the king's law,
Thair was fpilt meikle Chriftian blude,
Into the battil of Harlaw : 1 75
This is the fum , fae I conclude.
But zit a bonny quhyle abyde,
And I fall mak thee clearly ken
Quhat flauchter was on ilka fyde,
Of Lowland and of Highland men, 1 80
Quha for thair awin half evir been :
Thefe lazie lowns micht weil be fpair'd,
Cheffit lyke deirs into their dens,
And gat thair v/ages for reward.
Malcomtoui of the clan held chclt"
Maclean with his grit haughty heid,
With all thair fuccour and relief,
War dulefuUy dung to the deid :
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