The Wind has blawn my Plaid away

401

Though rugged and rough be the Land of my Birth

431

Perkin's Last adventure; or a Trip through the Back-Door

453

Stand round, my brave Boys

463

Ye freeborn Hearts, that hold most dear

458

Your glasses charge high, 'tis in brave William's praise

4.65

SONG I.

The Battle of Sheriffmuir.

THERE'S Some say that we wan, and some say that

they wan, And some say that nane wan at a', man; But

one thing I'm sure, that at Sher-ra-muir A battle there

was, that I saw, man. And we ran, and they ran, and

they ran, and we ran, But Florence ran fastest of a', man.

Argyle and Belhaven, not frighted like Leven,

Which Rothes and Haddington saw, man;

For they all, with Wightman, advanc'd on the right, man,
While others took flight, being raw, man.

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Lord Roxburgh was there, in order to share

With Douglas, who stood not in awe, man ; Volunteerly to ramble with Lord Loudoun Campbell, Brave Ilay did suffer for a', man.

And we ran, &c.

Sir John Schaw, that great knight, with broad sword most bright,

On horseback he briskly did charge, man;
A hero that's bold, none could him withhold,
He stoutly encounter'd the targemen.
And we ran, &c.

For the cowardly Whittam, for fear they should cut him,

Seeing glittering broad swords with a pa', man,

And that in such thrang, made Baird edicang,
And from the brave clans ran awa, man,
And we ran, &c.

The great Colonel Dow gade foremost, I trow,
When Whittam's dragoons ran awa, man:
Except Sandy Baird, and Naughtan the laird,
Their horse shaw'd their heels to them a', man.
And we ran, &c.

Brave Mar and Panmure were firm, I am sure:
The latter was kidnapt awa, man;

With brisk men about, brave Harry retook
His brother, and laugh'd at them a’, man.
And we ran, &c.

Brave Marshall, and Lithgow, and Glengary's pith, too,
Assisted by brave Loggia, man,

And Gordons the bright, so boldly did fight,

That the redcoats took flight and awa, man.
And we ran, &c.

Strathmore and Clanronald cried still, “ Advance, Donald," Till both of these heroes did fa', man;

For there was such hashing, and broad swords a-clashing, Brave Forfar himsel got a claw, man.

And we ran, &c.

Lord Perth stood the storm, Seaforth but lukewarm,
Kilsyth, and Strathallan not slaw, man;
And Hamilton pled the men were not bred,
For he had no fancy to fa', man.
And we ran, &c.

Brave gen'rous Southesk, Tullibardin was brisk,
Whose father indeed would not draw, man,
Into the same yoke, which serv'd for a cloak,
To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man.
And we ran, &c.

Lord Rollo not fear'd, Kintore and his beard,
Pitsligo and Ogilvie, a', man,

And brothers Balflours they stood the first show'rs,
Clackmannan and Burleigh did claw, man.

And we ran,
&c.

But Cleppan fought pretty, and Strowan the witty,
A poet that pleases us a', man;

For mine is but rhyme in respect of what's fine,
Or what he is able to draw, man.

And we ran, &c.

For Huntly and Sinclair, they both play'd the tinkler,
With consciences black as a craw, man;

Some Angus and Fife men, they ran for their life, man,
And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a', man.

And we ran, &c.

Then Laurie the traitor, who betray'd his master,

His king, and his country, an' a', man,
Pretending Mar might give orders to fight,
To the right of the army awa, man.
And we ran, &c.

Then Laurie, for fear of what he might hear,
Took Drummond's best horse, and awa, man:
'Stead of going to Perth, he crossed the Firth,
Alongst Stirling bridge, and awa, man.
And we ran, &c.

To London he press'd, and there he profess'd,
That he behav'd best o' them a', man,
And so, without strife, got settled for life,
A hundred a-year to his fa', man.
And we ran, &c.

In Borrowstounness he resides with disgrace,
Till his neck stand in need of a thraw, man;
And then in a tether he'll swing from a ladder,
And go off the stage with a pa', man.
And we ran, &c.

Rob Roy there stood watch on a hill, for to catch The booty, for ought that I saw, man ;

For he ne'er advanc'd from the place he was stanc'd, Till no more was to do there at a', man.

And we ran, &c.

So we all took the flight, and Moubray the wright,
And Lethem the smith was a braw man,

For he took a fit of the gout, which was wit,
By judging it time to withdraw, man.
And we ran, &c.