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The Battle of
(Robert Burns)
'O, cam ye the fight to shun,
Or the sheep wi' me, man?
Or ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the see, man?'
'I saw the battle, and teugh,
And reekin-red ran monie a
My heart, for fear, gae for sough,
To the thuds, and see the cluds
O clans woods, in tartan duds,
Wha at kingdoms three, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'The red-coat wi black cockauds,
To meet them were na slaw,
They and push'd, and bluid outgush'd,
And monie a did fa', man!
The Argyle led on his files,
I wat glanc'd for twenty miles;
hough'd the clans like nine-pin kyles,
They hack'd and hash'd, while clashed,
And they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd,
Till fey men awa, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
had ye seen the philibegs,
And skyrin trews, man;
in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs,
And trueblues, man!
In lines extended and large,
baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe,
And hasten'd to the charge,
Wi' Highland and frae the sheath
blades o' death, till, out o' breath.
They fled like dows, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
'O how Deil, Tam, can be true ?
The chase gaed the north, man!
I saw mysel, did pursue
The horseman to Forth, man:
And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,
They took the brig wi' a' might,
And straught to Stirling wing'd flight;
But, lot! the gates were shut,
And monie a poor red-coat,
For amaist did swarf, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
My sister Kate up the gate
Wi' crowdie me, man:
She swoor she saw some run
To and to Dundee, man!
left-hand general had nae skill;
The lads had nae good will
day their neebors' bluid to spill;
For fear, by foes, they should lose
Their o brose; they scar'd at blows,
And hameward did flee, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'They've some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the clans, man!
I fear my Panmuir is slain,
Or in his en'mies'hands, man.
Now wad ye sing double flight,
Some for wrang, and some for right,
But monie bade the guid-night;
Say, and mell, wi muskets' knell
How Tories fell, and to Hell
off in frightened bands, man!
La, la, la, la, etc.
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