A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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He made sic haste, sae spurr'd his beast,
'Twas Httle there he saw, man
To Berwick rade, and falsely said.
The Scots were rebels a', man
But let that end, for well 'tis kend
His use and wont to lie, man
The Teague is naught, he never faught
When he had room to flee, man. *
And Caddell drest, amang the rest,
With gun and good claymore, man.
On gelding grey he rode that way.
With pistol set before, man
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The cause was good, he'd spend his blood.
Before that he would yield, man ;
But the night before he left the cor.
And never fac'd the field, man.
But gallant Roger, like a soger.
Stood and bravely fought, man
I'm wae to tell, at last he fell.
But mae down wi' him brought, man
At point of death, wi' his last breath,
(Some standing round in ring, man,)
On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat.
And cried, " God save the King,"— ^man.
* Burns relates the following anecdote ofLieutenant Smith,
who " came to Haddington after the pubHcation of the song,
and sent a challenge to Skirvan (the author, a very respectable
farn>er in the neighbourhood of that town) to meet
him at Haddington, and answer for the unworthy manner in
which he had noticed him in his song.—* Gang awa back,'
said the honest farmer, * and tell Mr Smith that I have na
leisure to come to Haddington; but tell him to come here;
.and I'll tak a look o' him, and if I think I'm fit to fecht him,
I'll fecht him ; and if no— I'll do as he did
Cromek's Meliques of Burns, p. 233.
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