The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland
414 THE BATTLE OF SHERIPP-MUIR. BURNS. Tune— The Cameronian Rant. O, CAM ye here the fecht to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man ; Or was ye at the Shirra-muh", And did the battle see, man ? I saw the battle, sair and teuch, And reekin red ran mony a sheuch ; My heart, for fear, ga'e sough for sough, To hear the thuds, and see the cluds, O' clans frae wuds, in tartan duds, Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man. The red-coat lads, wi' black cockades, To meet them were na slaw, man ; They rush'd, and push'd, and bluid out-gush'd. And mony a bouk did fa', man : The great Argyle led on his files, I wat they glanced twenty miles ; They hough'd the clans like nine-pin kyles ; They hack'd and hash'd, while broadswords clash'd, And through they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd. Till fey men died awa, man. But had you seen the philabegs, And skyrin' tartan trews, man, When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs And covenant true-blues, man : In lines extended lang and large. When bayonets opposed the targe, And thousands hasten'd to the charge ; Wi' Highland wrath, they frae the sheath Drew blades o' death, till, out o' breath, They fled like frighted doos, man.
415 how deil, Tam, can that be true ? The chase gaed frae the north, man ; 1 saw mysell, they did pursue The horsemen back to Forth, man ; And at Dunblane, m my ain sight, They took the brig wi' a' their might, And straight to Stirling wirig'd their flight But, cursed lot ! the gates were shut, And mony a huntit puir red-coat For fear amaist did swarf, man. My sister Kate cam up the gate, Wi' crowdie unto me, man ; She swore she saw some rebels run Frae Perth unto Dundee, man : Their left-hand general had nae skill, The Angus lads had nae guid-will That day their neebours' bluid to spill For fear, by foes, that they should lose Their cogs o' brose, they scared at blows, And hameward fast did flee, man. They've lost some gallant gentlemen Amang the Highland clans, man ; ; ; I fear my Lord Panmure is slain, Or in his enemies' hands, man. Now wad ye sing this double flight. Some fell for wrang, and some for right And mony bade the world gude night Say pell and mell, wi' muskets' knell, How Tories fell, and Whigs to hell Flew aff in frighted bands, man.* * Burns wrote this song upon the model of an old one, called " A Dialogue between W ill Lick -ladle and Tom Clean-cogue, twa shepherds, wha were feeding their flocks on the Ochil Hills, the day the battle of Sheriffmuir was fought ;" which may be found in many ordinary collections.
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415<br />
how deil, Tam, can that be true ?<br />
<strong>The</strong> chase gaed frae the north, man ;<br />
1 saw mysell, they did pursue<br />
<strong>The</strong> horsemen back to Forth, man ;<br />
And at Dunblane, m my ain sight,<br />
<strong>The</strong>y took the brig wi' a' their might,<br />
And straight to Stirling wirig'd their flight<br />
But, cursed lot ! the gates were shut,<br />
And mony a huntit puir red-coat<br />
For fear amaist did swarf, man.<br />
My sister Kate cam up the gate,<br />
Wi' crowdie unto me, man ;<br />
She swore she saw some rebels run<br />
Frae Perth unto Dundee, man :<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir left-hand general had nae skill,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Angus lads had nae guid-will<br />
That day their neebours' bluid to spill<br />
For fear, by foes, that they should lose<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir cogs o' brose, they scared at blows,<br />
And hameward fast did flee, man.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y've lost some gallant gentlemen<br />
Amang the Highland clans, man ;<br />
; ;<br />
I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,<br />
Or in his enemies' hands, man.<br />
Now wad ye sing this double flight.<br />
Some fell for wrang, and some for right<br />
And mony bade the world gude night<br />
Say pell and mell, wi' muskets' knell,<br />
How Tories fell, and Whigs to hell<br />
Flew aff in frighted bands, man.*<br />
* Burns wrote this song upon the model <strong>of</strong> an old one, called " A Dialogue<br />
between W ill Lick -ladle and Tom Clean-cogue, twa shepherds, wha<br />
were feeding their flocks on the Ochil Hills, the day the battle <strong>of</strong> Sheriffmuir<br />
was fought ;" which may be found in many ordinary collections.