Two Favourite Songs/Sheriff-Muir

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4453831Two Favourite Songs — Sheriff-MuirMurdoch MacLennan

SONGS.


SHERIFF-MUIR.

There's some say that we wan,
Some say that they wan,
Some say that nane wan at a man:
But one thing I'm sure,
That at Sheriff-muir,
A battle there was, which I saw, man;
And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran,
and we ran, and they ran awa, man.

Brave Argyle and Belhaven,
Not like frighted L———n,
Which Rothes and Haddington sa, man;
For they all with Wightman
Advanc'd on the right, man,
While others took flight, being raw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Lord Roxburgh was there,
In order to share
With Douglas, who stood not in awe, man,
Volunteerly to ramble
With Lord Loudoun Campbell,
Bravo Ilay did suffer for a, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Sir John Schaw, that great knight,
With broad-sword most bright,
On horseback he strangely did charge, man,
An hero that's bold,
None could him withhold,
He stoutly encountered the targemen.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

For the cowardly W———m,
For fear they should cut him,
Seeing glittering broad-swords with a pa, man,
And that in such thrang,
Made Baird ediсang,
And from the bravo clans ran awa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Brave Mar and Panmure
Were firm and I am sure,
The latter was kidnapt awa, man.
With brisk men about,
Brave Ilarry retook
His brother, and laught at them a, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Grave Marshal and Lithgow,
And Glengary's pith too,
Assisted by brave Loggia-man,
And Gordons the bright,
So boldly did fight,
The red-coats took flight and awa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Strathmore and Clanronald
Cried still, advance Donald,
Till both these heroes did fa, man;
For there was such lashing,
And broad-swords a clashing,
Brave Forfar himself got a claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Lord Perth stood the storm,
Scaforth but lukewarm,
Kilsyth and Strathallan not slaw, man;
And Hamilton pled,
The men were not bred,
For he had no fancy to fa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Brave generous Southesk,
Tilliebairn was brisk,
Whose father indeed would not draw, man,
Into the same yoke,
Which serv'd for a cloak,
To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Lord Rollo not fear'd,
Kintore and his beard,
Pitsligo and Ogilvie a, man,
And Brothers Balfours,
They stood the first showers,
Clackmannan and Burleigh, did claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

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.

To London he press'd,
And there he address'd,
That he behav'd best of them a, man;
And there without strife
Got settled for life,
An hundred a year to his faw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

In Borrowstounness
He resides with disgrace,
Till his neck stands in need of a draw, man,
And then in a tether
He'll swing from a ladder,
Go off the stage with a paw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

Rob Roy stood watch
On a hill for to catch
The booty for ought that I saw, man,
For he ne'er advanc'd,
From tho place he was stanc'd,
Till no more to do there at a, man.
For we ran, and they ran, &c.

So we all took the flight,
And M———y the Wright;
But D———m the Smith was a braw-man,
For he took the gout,
Which truly was wit,
By judging it time to withdraw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

And Trumpet M———e,
Whose breeks were not clean,
Thro misfortune he happen'd to fa, man,
By saving his neck
His trumpet did break,
Came off without music at a, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.

So there such a race was,
As ne'er in that place was,
And as little chase was at a, man;
From other they ran,
Without tuck of drum;
They did not make use of a paw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran,
and we ran, and they ran awa, man.