A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

64
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The Scotsmen cried on other to stand,
Fme time they saw John Robson slain
What should they cry ? the king's command
Could cause no cowards turn again.
Up rose the laird to red the cumber, *
Which would not be for all his boast ;—
W^hat could we doe with sic a number ?
Fyve thousand men into a host.
Then Henry Purdie proved his cost.
And very nan-owlie had mischiefed him.
And there we had our warden lost,
Wert not the grit God he reliev'd him.
Another throw the brieks him bair,
Whill flatlins to the ground he fell
Than thought I weel we had lost him there.
Into my stomach it struck a knell
Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell.
And laid about him dunts full dour;
» His horsemen the}'^ fought stout and snell^
And stude about him in the stour.
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Then raise the slogan t with ane shout
*' Fy Tindaill, to it ! Jedbrugh's here !"
I trow he was not half sae stout.
But anes his stomach was asteir.
with crying a Berwijke ! a Berwyhe ! a Fentoyke ! a FeU'
wyke ! a Buhner! a Buhner! or so ootherwiseas theyrcaptein's
names wear, never linnde those troublous and dangerous
noyses all the night long. They sayd they did it to fynd
out their captein and fellowes ; but if the soldiours of our
oother countries and sheres had used the same maner, in that
case we should have oftymes had the state of our campe more
lyke the outrage of a dissohite huntying, than the quiet of a
wel ordered yrmy."—Patien's Account of Somerset's Ex'
fedition, p, 76.
* Strife. f Watch-word.
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See Xote in preceding pag^e.
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