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BATTLE OF T***********.
INTRODUCTION.
When emperors and kings are ’greed,
And ilk ane gotten his ain seat;
And soger lads come hame, their feats
To tell their friends,
And daut their faithfu’ sonsie wives,
And pet their weans.
And ilk ane gotten his ain seat;
And soger lads come hame, their feats
To tell their friends,
And daut their faithfu’ sonsie wives,
And pet their weans.
A’ things are settled on each side,
To Britain’s glory and her pride,
And Bony in St. Helena rides,
Nane till our profit,
Which generations yet to come,
May laugh and scoff at.
To Britain’s glory and her pride,
And Bony in St. Helena rides,
Nane till our profit,
Which generations yet to come,
May laugh and scoff at.
When a’ our deadly swords and spears
Are beaten down to make plough-shares,
And ilk ane lives and never fears,
Below his vine,
It’s strange to see sic cursed wars
Begin at hame.
Are beaten down to make plough-shares,
And ilk ane lives and never fears,
Below his vine,
It’s strange to see sic cursed wars
Begin at hame.
It was on the first day of April,
That day the gowk flies the first mile,
And mony a weary wight did toil,
At plough and harrow,
That day for bloodshed Thornliebank
Ne’er saw its marrow.
That day the gowk flies the first mile,
And mony a weary wight did toil,
At plough and harrow,
That day for bloodshed Thornliebank
Ne’er saw its marrow.
