The Bonny Bridge of Findhorn/The Radical Battle at Bonny-Muir
THE RADICAL BATTLE
At Bonny-Muir.
Ye lads and laſſies ſadly mourn, The horrors of that dreadful morn,Wnen friends and lovers, from you torn,Did march for fatal Bonny-Muir.
By evil counſel nurs’d and fed,By traitors and deceivers led.They left their hamely, peaceful bed,Ne’er to return from Bonny-Muir.
The fiends that led them to the ſcene,Were men deſerving not a name;They brought their dupes to grief and pain,By their falſe views of Bonny-Muir.
Deſpis’d by moſt and lov’d by few,The baſe, the mean, unfeeling crew.Retrac’d their ſteps and back they flew,From the black field of Bonny-Muir.
They left their comrades on the way,Well knowing what a diſmal day Was faſt approaching them and they,If once engag’d at Bonny-Muir,
Their deep-laid ſchemes were now unfurl’d, Before an eager, anxious world,And all their crafty plans were hurl’d On thoſe who fought at Bonny-Muir.
Known by the name, and by the fact,Of leaders in this bloody tract.For Greenock then they wheel’d them back,And left their friends at Bonny-Muir.
The firſt fair wind they did ſet ſail,Bleſt with an undeſerving gale,Their dreadful crime for to bewailOn other fields than Bonny-Muir.
O may their names be ne’er forgotBy thoſe who ſhun’d this dreadful plot,But frengthen’d be the laſting knot,For friends miſled at Bonny-Muir.
And when that awful hour draws nigh,That melts the heart and draws the ſigh,O may their ſpirits ſoar on high.To fairer fields than Bonny-Muir.
May widows left and maids forlorn,Be comforted and ceaſe to mourn,For brethren from their bosoms torn,By being led to Bonny-Muir,
O may their children left, be fed;And into this weary valley led,Till death ſhall lay them in his bed,To meet loſt friends at Bonny-Muir.
May conſolation’s balm be ſpread On every friend and lover’s head,Or thoſe who fought, and dy’d, and bled, For deeds perform’d at Bonny-Muir.
Let rich and poor, and young and old,United be in one great fold. That future times may hear it told,They ſaw the fate of Bonny-Muir.
May trade be ſpread from ſhore to ſhore,And peace and plenty evermore,Be eſtabliſh’d all the world o’er.When thou’rt forgot, ſad Bonny-Muir.
Now that the ſtorm has paſt away,May Scotland ſee a happier day,And commerce bear again the ſway,Inſtead of feuds like Bonny-Muir.
