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But Cleppan acted 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.
Though we ran, and they ran, &c.

For Huntly and Sinclair
They both play'd the tinclair,
With consciences black like a craw's man
Some Angus and Fifemen
They ran for their life, man,
And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Then L———e the traitor,
Who betray'd his master,
His king, and his country, and a, man,
Pretending Marr might
Give order to fight,
To the right of the army awa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Then L———e for fear,
Of what he might hear,
Took Drummond's best horse and awa, man,
Instead of going to Perth,
He crossed the Firth,
Alongst Stirling-bridge and awa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.