A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
122 W. But now brave Angus conies again Into the second fight, man They swear they'll either dye or gain. No foes shall them affright, man : Argyle's best forces they'll withstand. And boldly fight them sword in hand. Give them a general to command, A man of might, that will but fight. • And And take delight to lead them right, ne'er desire The flight, man. But Flandrekins they have no skill To lead a Scotish force, man Their motions do our courage spill. And put us to a loss, man. You'U hear of us far better news. When we attack like Highland trews. To hash, and slash, and smash and bruise. Till the field tlio' braid be all o'erspread. But coat or plaid, wi' corpse that's dead In their cold bed. That's moss, man. T. Twa gen'rals frae the field did run. Lords Huntley and Seaforth, man They cry'd and run grim death to shun. Those heroes of the North, man They're fitter far for book or pen. Than under Mars to lead on men. Ere they came there they might well ken . That female hands could ne'er gain lands, 'Tis Highland brands that countermands Argathlean bands Frae Forth, man. ; ; ; ;
123 fV. The Camerons scow'r'd as they were mad. Lifting their neighbours cows, man, M'Kenzie and the Stewart fled. Without phil'beg or trews, man : Had they behav'd Hke Donald's core. And kiird all those came them before. Their king had gone to France no more : Then each Whig saint wad soon repent. And strait recant his covenant. And rent It at the news, man. 7\ McGregors they far off did stand, Badenach and Athol too, man ; I hear they wanted the command, For I believe them true, man. Perth, Fife, and Angus, wi' their horse. Stood motionless, and some did worse. For, tho' the red-coats went them cross. They did conspire for to admire Clans run and fire, left wings retire. While rights intire Pursue, man, W. But Scotland has not much to say. For such a^ fight as this is, Wliere baith did fight, baith run away. The devil take the miss is That every officer was not slain That run that day, and was not ta'en. Either flying from or to Dumblain ; When Whig and Tory, in their ' fury/ Strove for glory, to our sorrow The sad story Hush is.
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fV. The Camerons scow'r'd as they were mad.<br />
Lifting their neighbours cows, man,<br />
M'Kenzie <strong>and</strong> the Stewart fled.<br />
Without phil'beg or trews, man :<br />
Had they behav'd Hke Donald's core.<br />
And kiird all those came them before.<br />
Their king had gone to France no more :<br />
Then each Whig saint wad soon repent.<br />
And strait recant his covenant.<br />
And rent<br />
It at the news, man.<br />
7\ McGregors they far <strong>of</strong>f did st<strong>and</strong>,<br />
Badenach <strong>and</strong> Athol too, man ;<br />
I hear they wanted the comm<strong>and</strong>,<br />
For I believe them true, man.<br />
Perth, Fife, <strong>and</strong> Angus, wi' their horse.<br />
Stood motionless, <strong>and</strong> some did worse.<br />
For, tho' the red-coats went them cross.<br />
They did conspire for to admire<br />
Clans run <strong>and</strong> fire, left wings retire.<br />
While rights intire<br />
Pursue, man,<br />
W. But Scotl<strong>and</strong> has not much to say.<br />
For such a^ fight as this is,<br />
Wliere baith did fight, baith run away.<br />
The devil take the miss is<br />
That every <strong>of</strong>ficer was not slain<br />
That run that day, <strong>and</strong> was not ta'en.<br />
Either flying from or to Dumblain ;<br />
When Whig <strong>and</strong> Tory, in their ' fury/<br />
Strove for glory, to our sorrow<br />
The sad story<br />
Hush is.