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SONGS.
Haughs of Cromdale.
As I came in by Auchindown,
A little wee bit frae the town,
Unto the Highlands I was bound,
To view the Haughs of Cromdale.
Sing, Dandy didle, faty fidle,
Heuch an' doodle, fidle fadle,
Unto the Highlands I was bound,
To view the Haughs of Cromdale.
I met a man in tartan trews,
I spiered at him what was the news,
Said he, the Highland army rues,
That e'er they came to Cromdale.
Sing, dandy didle, faty fidle, &c.
They were in bed sure every man,
When the English host upon them came,
A bloody blattle soon began
Upon the Haughs of Cromdale.
Sing, dandy didle, faty fidle, &c.
The English horse they were so rude,
They bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood,
