4
The bluff dragoons swore blood and ’oons,
they'd make the rebels run man;
And yet they flee when the they see,
and winna fire a gun man.
They turn’d their back, the foot they brake
such terror seized them a' man
Some wet their cheeks some fyl'd their breeks,
and some for fear did fa man.
The volunteers prick'd up their ears,
and vow but they were crouse man:
But when the bairns they saw a turn to earn'st,
they were not worth a louse man.
Maist feck gaed hame O fy for shame,
they'd better staid awa man
Then wi' cockade to make parade,
and do nae good at a' man.
Monteath the great when hersel' shot,
un'wares did ding him o er man,
Yet wad nae stand to bear a hand,
but aff and flee like stour man.
O'er Soutra-hill e’er he stood still,
before he tasted meat man;
Troth he may bag of his sweet nag,
that bare him aff sae sleet man.
