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So they're am to Bothwell — hii I ,
An' waly they rode honnily!
When the Duke r>> Monmouth saw !hem cumin.
He radc to view their companie.
"Ye're welcome, Lao's' 1 then MonmoUtli said,
"Ye're welcome, hrave Scots Lads, to
And sae are ye, hrave F.arlstou-i,
The foremost <»' your companie .
"Rnl yield your weapons am an' a',
O yield your weapons, Lads, to m< ;
For g-in ye yield your weapons up,
Yc'se a g-ae hame to your- conntric'.'
Out up then spak a Lennox lad,
And waly he spak honnily!
"I winna yield my weapons up
To you or ony man 1 seeV
Then he set up the flag- »' red,
A' set ahout wi' bonny blue.
"Sin 1 ye'll no cease, and be al peace,
See that ye stand hy i'her trucJ'
They stell'd their cannons on the height,
And shower'd their shot down in the how,
An 1 beat our Sects lads even down;
Thick they lay slain on every know el
As e'er ye saw the rain down fa',
Or yet the arrow frae the bow,
Sae our hrave lads fell even down,
An' (hey lay slain on ever} knowe !
"O, hand your hand" then Monmouth cry'd,
"trie quarter to yon men for me!'
But wicked Clavers swore an oath ,
His cornet's death reveng-'d sud be.
"O, baud your hand'' he cry'd ag-ain,
"If ony thing- you'll do for me;
Hand up your hand, you cruel Graham
Else a rebel to our king ye'll be."
Then wicked Clavers furn'd about,
I wot an angry man was he;
And he has lilted up his. hat,
And cry'd, "God bless his Majestic!"
Then he's awa to London Town,
Ay, e'en as fast as he can drcc;
Fause witnesses he's ta'en wi' him ,
And ta'en Monmouth's head frae his bodic.
Alang- the brae ayont the brig,
Mony brave men lie cauld and still;
But lang- we'll mind, and sair we'll rue,
The bludie battle <>' Rothwell-hill .
ammunition of the Presbyterians failing-, they were forced to retreat havi'.n
700 dead upon the field.