Volume 7 / Book 7 — APPENDIX.

It fell, and about the Lammas time, When husbandmen do win their hay, Earl Douglas is to the English woods, And a' with him to fetch a prey. He has chosen the Lindsays light,5 With them the gallant Gordons gay, And the Earl of Fyfe, withouten strife, And Sir Hugh Montgomery upon a grey. They hae taken Northumberland, And sae hae they the North-shire,10 And the Otter-dale, they burnt it hale, And set it a' into the fire. Out then spack a bonny boy, That serv'd ane o' Earl Douglas kin, "Methinks I see an English host,15 A-coming branken us upon." "If this be true, my little boy, An it be troth that thou tells me, The brawest bower in Otterburn This day shall be thy morning fee.20 "But if it be false, my little boy, But and a lie that thou tells me, On the highest tree that's in Otterburn With my awin hands I'll hing thee hie." The boy's taen out his little penknife,25 That hanget low down by his gare, And he gae Earl Douglas a deadly wound, Alas, a deep wound and a sare! Earl Douglas said to Sir Hugh Montgomery, "Tack thou the vanguard o' the three,30 And bury me at yon bracken bush, That stands upon yon lilly lee." Then Percy and Montgomery met, And weel I wat they war na fain; They swapped swords, and they twa swat,35 And ay the blood ran down between. "O yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said, "Or else I vow I'll lay thee low; "Whom to shall I yield," said Earl Percy, "Now that I see it maun be so?"40 "O yield thee to yon braken bush, That grows upon yon lilly lee; For there lies aneth yon braken bush What aft has conquer'd mae than thee." "I winna yield to a braken bush,45 Nor yet will I unto a brier; But I wald yield to Earl Douglas, Or Sir Hugh Montgomery, if he was here." As soon as he knew it was Montgomery, He stuck his sword's point in the ground,50 And Sir Hugh Montgomery was a courteous knight. And he quickly caught him by the hand. This deed was done at Otterburn, About the breaking o' the day; Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush,55 And Percy led captive away.

Then out an spak a little wee boy, And he was near o' Percy's kin, "Methinks I see the English host, A-coming branking us upon; Wi' nine waggons scaling wide, And seven banners bearing high; It wad do any living gude To see their bonny colours fly.

"Interea ante alios dux Piper Laius heros, Præcedens, magnamque gerens cum burdine pypam Incipit Harlai cunctis sonare Batellum."

Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch, Doun by the hill of Banochie, Allangst the lands of Garioch, Grit pitie was to heir and se The noys and dulesum hermonie,5 That evir that dreiry day did daw, Cryand the corynoch on hie, Alas! alas! for the Harlaw. I marvlit quhat the matter meint, All folks war in a fiery-fairy;10 I wist nocht quha was fae or freind, Zit quietly I did me carrie. But sen the days of auld King Hairy, Sic slauchter was not hard nor sene, And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,15 For bissiness in Aberdene. Thus as I walkit on the way, To Inverury as I went, I met a man and bad him stay, Requeisting him to mak me quaint20 Of the beginning and the event, That happenit thair at the Harlaw: Then he entreited me tak tent, And he the truth sould to me schaw. Grit Donald of the Yles did claim25 Unto the lands of Ross sum richt, And to the governour he came, Them for to haif, gif that he micht: Quha saw his interest was but slicht, And thairfore answerit with disdain;30 He hastit hame baith day and nicht, And sent nae bodward back again. But Donald richt impatient Of that answer Duke Robert gaif, He vowed to God Omnipotent,35 All the hale lands of Ross to haif, Or ells be graithed in his graif: He wald not quat his richt for nocht, Nor be abusit lyk a slaif; That bargin sould be deirly bocht.40 Then haistylie he did command, That all his weir-men should convene, Ilk an well harnisit frae hand, To meit and heir quhat he did mein: He waxit wrath, and vowit tein,45 Sweirand he wald surpryse the North, Subdew the brugh of Aberdene, Mearns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth. Thus with the weir-men of the Yles, Quha war ay at his bidding bown,50 With money maid, with forss and wyls, Richt far and neir, baith up and doun, Throw mount and muir, frae town to town, Allangst the lands of Ross he roars, And all obey'd at his bandown,55 Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars. Then all the countrie men did zield; For nae resistans durst they mak, Nor offer battill in the feild, Be forss of arms to beir him bak.60 Syne they resolvit all and spak, That best it was for thair behoif, They sould him for thair chiftain tak, Believing weil he did them luve. Then he a proclamation maid,65 All men to meet at Inverness, Throw Murray land to mak a raid, Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness. And further mair, he sent express, To schaw his collours and ensenzie,70 To all and sindry, mair and less, Throchout the bounds of Byne and Enzie. And then throw fair Straithbogie land His purpose was for to pursew, And quhasoevir durst gainstand,75 That race they should full sairly rew. Then he bad all his men be trew, And him defend by forss and slicht, And promist them rewardis anew, And mak them men of mekle micht.80 Without resistans, as he said, Throw all these parts he stoutly past, Quhair sum war wae, and sum war glaid, But Garioch was all agast. Throw all these feilds he sped him fast,85 For sic a sicht was never sene; And then, forsuith, he langd at last To se the bruch of Aberdene. To hinder this prowd enterprise, The stout and michty Erle of Marr90 With all his men in arms did ryse, Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar: And down the syde of Don richt far, Angus and Mearns did all convene To fecht, or Donald came sae nar95 The ryall bruch of Aberdene. And thus the martial Erle of Marr Marcht with his men in richt array; Befoir the enemie was aware, His banner bauldly did display.100 For weil enewch they kend the way, And all their semblance weil they saw: Without all dangir, or delay, Come haistily to the Harlaw. With him the braif Lord Ogilvy,105 Of Angus sheriff principall, The constabill of gude Dundè, The vanguard led before them all. Suppose in number they war small, Thay first richt bauldlie did pursew,110 And maid thair faes befor them fall, Quha then that race did sairly rew. And then the worthy Lord Salton, The strong undoubted Laird of Drum, The stalwart Laird of Lawristone,115 With ilk thair forces, all and sum. Panmuir with all his men did cum, The provost of braif Aberdene, With trumpets and with tuick of drum, Came schortly in thair armour schene.120 These with the Earle of Marr came on, In the reir-ward richt orderlie, Thair enemies to sett upon; In awfull manner hardily, Togither vowit to live and die,125 Since they had marchit mony mylis, For to suppress the tyrannie Of douted Donald of the Yles. But he in number ten to ane, Richt subtilè alang did ryde,130 With Malcomtosch and fell Maclean, With all thair power at thair syde; Presumeand on thair strenth and pryde, Without all feir or ony aw, Richt bauldie battill did abyde,135 Hard by the town of fair Harlaw. The armies met, the trumpet sounds, The dandring drums alloud did touk, Baith armies byding on the bounds, Till ane of them the feild sould bruik.140 Nae help was thairfor, nane wald jouk, Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde, And on the ground lay mony a bouk Of them that thair did battill byd. With doutsum victorie they dealt,145 The bludy battil lastit lang; Each man his nibours forss thair felt, The weakest aft-tymes gat the wrang: Thair was nae mowis thair them amang, Naithing was hard but heavy knocks,150 That eccho mad a dulefull sang, Thairto resounding frae the rocks. But Donalds men at last gaif back, For they war all out of array: The Earl of Marris men throw them brak,155 Pursewing shairply in thair way, Thair enemys to tak or slay, Be dynt of forss to gar them yield; Quha war richt blyth to win away, And sae for feirdness tint the feild.160 Then Donald fled, and that full fast, To mountains hich for all his micht; For he and his war all agast, And ran till they war out of sicht; And sae of Ross he lost his richt,165 Thocht mony men with hem he brocht; Towards the Yles fled day and nicht, And all he wan was deirlie bocht. This is (quod he) the richt report Of all that I did heir and knaw;170 Thocht my discourse be sumthing schort, Tak this to be a richt suthe saw: Contrairie God and the kings law, Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude, Into the battil of Harlaw:175 This is the sum, sae I conclude. But zit a bonny quhyle abyde, And I sall mak thee cleirly ken Quhat slauchter was on ilkay syde, Of Lowland and of Highland men:180 Quha for thair awin haif evir bene; These lazie lowns micht weil be spaird, Chessit lyke deirs into their dens, And gat thair waiges for reward. Malcomtosh, of the clan heid cheif,185 Macklean, with his grit hauchty heid, With all thair succour and relief, War dulefully dung to the deid: And now we are freid of thair feid, They will not lang to cum again;190 Thousands with them, without remeid, On Donald's syd that day war slain. And on the uther syde war lost, Into the feild that dismal day, Chief men of worth, of mekle cost,195 To be lamentit sair for ay. The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay, A man of micht and mekle main; Grit dolour was for his decay, That sae unhappylie was slain.200 Of the best men amang them was The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy, The sheriff principal of Angus, Renownit for truth and equitie, For faith and magnanimitie:205 He had few fallows in the field, Zet fell by fatall destinie, For he nae ways wad grant to zield. Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap, knicht, Grit constabill of fair Dundè,210 Unto the dulefull deith was dicht: The kingis cheif banner man was he, A valziant man of chevalrie, Quhais predecessors wan that place At Spey, with gude King William frie,215 Gainst Murray and Macduncans race. Gude Sir Allexander Irving, The much renownit laird of Drum, Nane in his days was bettir sene, Quhen they war semblit all and sum.220 To praise him we sould not be dumm, For valour, witt, and worthyness; To end his days he ther did cum, Quhois ransom is remeidyless. And thair the knicht of Lawriston225 Was slain into his armour schene, And gude Sir Robert Davidson, Quha provest was of Aberdene: The knicht of Panmure, as was sene, A mortall man in armour bricht,230 Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene, Left to the warld thair last gude nicht. Thair was not sen King Keneths days Sic strange intestine crewel stryf In Scotland sene, as ilk man says,235 Quhair mony liklie lost thair lyfe; Quhilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe, And mony childrene fatherless, Quhilk in this realme has bene full ryfe: Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress.240 In July, on Saint James his even, That four and twenty dismall day, Twelve hundred, ten score and eleven Of zeirs sen Chryst, the suthe to say, Men will remember, as they may,245 Quhen thus the veritie they knaw, And mony a ane may murn for ay, The brim battil of the Harlaw.

As our king lay musing on his bed, He bethought himself upon a time Of a tribute that was due from France, Had not been paid for so long a time. Down, a-down, a-down, a-down, Down, a-down, a-down. He callèd on his trusty page,5 His trusty page then callèd he, "O you must go to the king of France, O you must go right speedilie. "And tell him of my tribute due, Ten ton of gold that's due to me,10 That he must send me my tribute home, Or in French land he soon will me see." O then away went the trusty page, Away, away, and away went he, Until he came to the king of France;15 Lo! he fell down on his bended knee. "My master greets you, worthy Sire; Ten ton of gold there is due, says he; You must send him his tribute home, Or in French land you will soon him see."20 "Your master's young, and of tender years, Not fit to come into my degree; But I will send him three tennis balls, That with them learn to play may he." O then away came the trusty page,25 Away, and away, and away came he, Until he came to our gracious king; Lo! he fell down on his bended knee. "What news, what news, my trusty page, What news, what news, hast thou brought to me?"30 "I've brought such news from the king of France, That you and he will ne'er agree. "He says you're young, and of tender years, Not fit to come into his degree; But he will send you three tennis balls,35 That with them you may learn to play." O then bespoke our noble king, A solemn vow then vowèd he; "I'll promise him such tennis balls, As in French lands he ne'er did see.40 "Go, call up Cheshire and Lancashire, And Derby hills, that are so free; Not a married man, nor a widow's son, For the widow's cry shall not go with me." They called up Cheshire and Lancashire,45 And Derby lads that were so free; Not a married man, nor a widow's son, Yet they were a jovial bold companie. O then he sailed to fair French land, With drums and trumpets so merrilie;50 O then bespoke the king of France, "Yonder comes proud king Henrie." The first fire that the Frenchmen gave, They killed our Englishmen so free; We killed ten thousand of the French,55 And the rest of them they were forced to flee. And then we marched to Paris gates, With drums and trumpets so merrilie; O then bespoke the king of France, "Lord have mercy on my poor men and me!60 "Go! tell him I'll send home his tribute due, Ten ton of gold that is due from me; And the fairest flower that is in our French land To the Rose of England it shall go free."

If Rosamond, that was so fair, Had cause her sorrow to declare, Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing, That was beloved of a king. Then, wanton wives, in time amend, For love and beauty will have end. In maiden years my beauty bright5 Was loved dear by lord and knight; But yet the love that they requir'd, It was not as my friends desir'd. My parents they, for thirst of gain, A husband for me did obtain;10 And I, their pleasure to fulfil, Was forc'd to wed against my will. To Matthew Shore I was a wife, Till lust brought ruin to my life; And then my life I lewdly spent,15 Which makes my soul for to lament. In Lombard-street I once did dwell, As London yet can witness well; Where many gallants did behold My beauty in a shop of gold.20 I spread my plumes, as wantons do, Some sweet and secret friende to wooe, Because my love I did not find Agreeing to my wanton mind. At last my name in court did ring25 Into the ears of England's king, Who came and lik'd, and love requir'd, But I made coy what he desir'd. Yet Mistress Blague, a neighbour near, Whose friendship I esteemed dear,30 Did say, "It is a gallant thing To be beloved of a king." By her perswasions I was led For to defile my marriage-bed, And wronge my wedded husband Shore,35 Whom I had lov'd ten years before. In heart and mind I did rejoyce, That I had made so sweet a choice; And therefore did my state resign, To be King Edward's concubine.40 From city then to court I went, To reap the pleasures of content; There had the joys that love could bring, And knew the secrets of a king. When I was thus advanc'd on high,45 Commanding Edward with mine eye, For Mistress Blague I in short space Obtain'd a living from his Grace. No friend I had, but in short time I made unto promotion climb;50 But yet for all this costly pride, My husbande could not me abide. His bed, tho' wronged by a king, His heart with deadly grief did sting; From England then he goes away55 To end his life beyond the sea. He could not live to see his name Impaired by my wanton shame; Altho' a prince of peerless might Did reap the pleasure of his right.60 Long time I lived in the court, With lords and ladies of great sort; And when I smil'd, all men were glad, But when I mourn'd, my prince grew sad. But yet an honest mind I bore65 To helpless people, that were poor; I still redress'd the orphan's cry, And sav'd their lives condemn'd to dye. I still had ruth on widows tears, I succour'd babes of tender years;70 And never look'd for other gain But love and thanks, for all my pain. At last my royal king did dye, And then my days of woe grew nigh; When crook-back'd Richard got the crown,75 King Edward's friends were soon put down. I then was punish'd for my sin, That I so long had lived in; Yea, every one that was his friend, This tyrant brought to shameful end.80 Then for my lewd and wanton life, That made a strumpet of a wife, I penance did in Lombard-street, In shameful manner in a sheet: Where many thousands did me view,85 Who late in court my credit knew; Which made the tears run down my face, To think upon my foul disgrace. Not thus content, they took from mee My goods, my livings, and my fee,90 And charg'd that none should me relieve, Nor any succour to me give. Then unto Mistress Blague I went, To whom my jewels I had sent, In hope thereby to ease my want,95 When riches fail'd, and love grew scant. But she deny'd to me the same, When in my need for them I came; To recompence my former love, Out of her doors she did me shove.100 So love did vanish with my state, Which now my soul repents too late; Therefore example take by me, For friendship parts in poverty. But yet one friend among the rest,105 Whom I before had seen distress'd, And sav'd his life, condemn'd to dye, Did give me food to succour me: For which, by law it was decreed That he was hanged for that deed;110 His death did grieve me so much more, Than had I dy'd myself therefore. Then those to whom I had done good Durst not afford mee any food; Whereby in vain I begg'd all day,115 And still in streets by night I lay. My gowns beset with pearl and gold, Were turn'd to simple garments old; My chains and jems and golden rings, To filthy rags and loathsome things.120 Thus was I scorn'd of maid and wife, For leading such a wicked life; Both sucking babes and children small, Did make a pastime at my fall. I could not get one bit of bread,125 Whereby my hunger might be fed: Nor drink, but such as channels yield, Or stinking ditches in the field. Thus, weary of my life, at length I yielded up my vital strength,130 Within a ditch of loathsome scent, Where carrion dogs do much frequent: The which now since my dying day, Is Shoreditch call'd, as writers say; Which is a witness of my sin,135 For being concubine to a king. You wanton wives, that fall to lust, Be you assur'd that God is just; Whoredom shall not escape his hand, Nor pride unpunish'd in this land.140 If God to me such shame did bring, That yielded only to a king, How shall they scape that daily run To practise sin with every man? You husbands, match not but for love,145 Lest some disliking after prove; Women, be warn'd when you are wives, What plagues are due to sinful lives: Then, maids and wives, in time amend, For love and beauty will have end.

When Flora with her fragrant flowers, Bedeckt the earth so trim and gay, And Neptune with his dainty showers, Came to present the month of May, King Henry would a-hunting ride;5 Over the river Thames passed he, Unto a mountain-top also Did walk, some pleasure for to see. Where forty merchants he espy'd, With fifty sail came towards him,10 Who then no sooner were arriv'd, But on their knees did thus complain; "An't please your grace, we cannot sail To France no voyage to be sure, But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail,15 And robs us of our marchant ware." Vext was the king, and turning him, Said to the lords of high degree, "Have I ne'er a lord within my realm, Dare fetch that traytor unto me?"20 To him reply'd Charles Lord Howard, "I will, my liege, with heart and hand; If it will please you grant me leave," he said, "I will perform what you command." To him then spoke King Henry,25 "I fear, my lord, you are too young." "No whit at all, my liege," quoth he; "I hope to prove in valour strong. The Scotch knight I vow to seek, In what place soever he be,30 And bring ashore with all his might, Or into Scotland he shall carry me." "A hundred men," the king then said, "Out of my realm shall chosen be, Besides sailors and ship-boys,35 To guide a great ship on the sea. Bowmen and gunners of good skill, Shall for this service chosen be, And they at thy command and will In all affairs shall wait on thee."40 Lord Howard call'd a gunner then, Who was the best in all the realm, His age was threescore years and ten, And Peter Simon was his name. My lord call'd then a bow-man rare,45 Whose active hands had gained fame A gentleman born in Yorkshire, And William Horsely was his name. "Horsely!" quoth he, "I must to sea, To seek a traytor, with good speed:50 Of a hundred bow-men brave," quoth he, "I have chosen thee to be the head." "If you, my lord, have chosen me Of a hundred men to be the head, Upon the mainmast I'll hanged be,55 If twelve-score I miss one shilling's breadth." Lord Howard then of courage bold, Went to the sea with pleasant cheer, Not curbed with winter's piercing cold, Tho' it was the stormy time of year.60 Not long had he been on sea, More in days than number three, But one Henry Hunt then he espy'd, A merchant of Newcastle was he. To him Lord Howard call'd out amain,65 And strictly charged him to stand; Demanding then from whence he came, Or where he did intend to land. The merchant then made answer soon, With heavy heart and careful mind,70 "My lord, my ship it doth belong Unto New-castle upon Tine." "Canst thou show me," the lord did say, "As thou didst sail by day and night, A Scottish rover on the sea,75 His name is Andrew Barton, knight?" Then the merchant sighed and said, With grieved mind and well-a-way, "But over well I know that wight, I was his prisoner yesterday.80 "As I, my lord, did sail from France, A Burdeaue voyage to take so far, I met with Sir Andrew Barton thence, Who robb'd me of my merchant ware. And mickle debts God knows I owe,85 And every man doth crave his own; And I am bound to London now, Of our gracious king to beg a boon." "Show me him," said Lord Howard then, "Let me once the villain see,90 And every penny he hath from thee ta'en, I'll double the same with shillings three." "Now, God forbid," the merchant said, "I fear your aim that you will miss; God bless you from his tyranny,95 For little you think what man he is. "He is brass within and steel without, His ship most huge and mighty strong, With eighteen pieces of ordinance, He carrieth on each side along.100 With beams for his top-castle, As also being huge and high, That neither English nor Portugal Can Sir Andrew Barton pass by." "Hard news thou shewst," then said the lord,105 "To welcome stranger to the sea; But as I said, I'll bring him aboard, Or into Scotland he shall carry me." The merchant said, "If thou will do so, Take councel, then, I pray withal:110 Let no man to his top-castle go, Nor strive to let his beams downfall. "Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then, Of each side of my ship," said he, "And to-morrow, my Lord,115 Again I will your honour see. A glass I set as may be seen, Whether you sail by day or night; And to-morrow, be sure before seven, You shall see Sir Andrew Barton, knight."120 The merchant set my lord a glass, So well apparent in his sight, That on the morrow, as his promise was, He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight: The lord then swore a mighty oath,125 "Now by the heavens that be of might, By faith, believe me, and my troth, I think he is a worthy knight." "Fetch me my lyon out of hand," Saith the lord, "with rose and streamer high;130 Set up withal a willow-wand, That merchant like, I may pass by:" Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass, And on anchor rise so high; No top-sail at last he cast,135 But as a foe did him defie. Sir Andrew Barton seeing him Thus scornfully to pass by, As tho' he cared not a pin For him and his company;140 Then called he his men amain, "Fetch back yon pedlar now," quoth he, "And ere this way he comes again, I'll teach him well his courtesie." A piece of ordnance soon was shot145 By this proud pirate fiercely then, Into Lord Howard's middle deck, Which cruel shot killed fourteen men. He called then Peter Simon, he: "Look how thy word do stand instead,150 For thou shall be hanged on main-mast, If thou miss twelve score one penny breadth." Then Peter Simon gave a shot, Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare, In at his deck it came so hot,155 Killed fifteen of his men of war. "Alas," then said the pirate stout, "I am in danger now I see; This is some lord, I greatly fear, That is set on to conquer me."160 Then Henry Hunt, with rigour hot, Came bravely on the other side, Who likewise shot in at his deck, And killed fifty of his men beside. Then "Out alas," Sir Andrew cryd,165 "What may a man now think or say! Yon merchant thief that pierceth me, He was my prisoner yesterday." Then did he on Gordion call Unto the top castle for to go,170 And bid his beams he should let fall, For he greatly fear'd an overthrow. The lord call'd Horsely now in haste: "Look that thy word stand in stead, For thou shall be hanged on main mast,175 If thou miss twelve score a shilling's breadth." Then up [the] mast tree swerved he, This stout and mighty Gordion; But Horsely he most happily Shot him under his collar-bone:180 Then call'd he on his nephew then, Said, "Sister's son, I have no mo, Three hundred pound I will give thee, If thou will to top-castle go." Then stoutly he began to climb,185 From off the mast scorn'd to depart; But Horsely soon prevented him, And deadly pierced him to the heart. His men being slain, then up amain Did this proud pirate climb with speed,190 For armour of proof he had on, And did not dint of arrows dread. "Come hither, Horseley," said the lord, "See thou thy arrows aim aright; Great means to thee I will afford,195 And if thou speedst, I'll make thee knight." Sir Andrew did climb up the tree, With right good will and all his main; Then upon the breast hit Horsley he, Till the arrow did return again.200 Then Horsley spied a private place, With a perfect eye, in a secret part; His arrow swiftly flew apace, And smote Sir Andrew to the heart. "Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,205 A little I am hurt, yet not slain; I'll but lie down and bleed awhile, And come and fight with you again. "And do not," said he, "fear English rogues, And of your foes stand not in awe,210 But stand fast by St. Andrew's crosse, Until you hear my whistle blow." They never heard this whistle blow, Which made them all full sore afraid. Then Horsely said, "My Lord, aboard,215 For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead." Thus boarded they his gallant ship, With right good will and all their main; Eighteen score Scots alive in it, Besides as many more was slain.220 The lord went where Sir Andrew lay, And quickly thence cut off his head; "I should forsake England many a day, If thou wert alive as thou art dead." Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,225 With mickle joy and triumphing; The pirate's head he brought along For to present unto our king: Who haply unto him did say, Before he well knew what was done,230 "Where is the knight and pirate gay, That I myself may give the doom?" "You may thank God," then said the lord, "And four men in the ship," quoth he, "That we are safely come ashore,235 Sith you never had such an enemy; That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon, William Horsely, and Peter's son; Therefore reward them for their pains, For they did service at their turn."240 To the merchant therefore the King he said, "In lieu of what he hath from thee tane, I give thee a noble a-day, Sir Andrew's whistle and his chain: To Peter Simon a crown a-day,245 And half-a-crown a-day to Peter's son, And that was for a shot so gay, Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down. "Horsely, I will make thee a knight, And in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell:250 Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight, For this act he deserveth well. Ninety pound to our Englishmen, Who in this fight did stoutly stand; And twelve-pence a-day to the Scots, till they255 Come to my brother king's high land."

Murn ye heighlands, and murn ye leighlands, I trow ye hae meikle need; For thi bonny burn o' Corichie His run this day wi' bleid. Thi hopefu' laird o' Finliter,5 Erle Huntly's gallant son, For thi love hi bare our beauteous quine His gar't fair Scotland mone. Hi his braken his ward in Aberdene, Throu dreid o' thi fause Murry,10 And his gather't the gentle Gordone clan, An' his father, auld Huntly. Fain wid he tak our bonny guide quine, An' beare hir awa' wi' him; But Murry's slee wyles spoil't a' thi sport,15 An' reft him o' lyfe and lim. Murry gar 't rayse thi tardy Merns men, An' Angis, an' mony ane mair, Erle Morton, and the Byres Lord Linsay, An' campit at thi hill o' Fare.20 Erle Huntlie came wi' Haddo Gordone, An' countit ane thusan men; But Murry had abien twal hunder, Wi' sax score horsemen and ten. They soundit thi bougills an' the trumpits,25 An' marchit on in brave array, Till the spiers an' the axis forgatherit, An' than did begin thi fray. Thi Gordones sae fercelie did fecht it, Withouten terrer or dreid,30 That mony o' Murry's men lay gaspin, An' dyit thi grund wi theire bleid. Then fause Murry feingit to flee them, An' they pursuit at his backe, Whan thi haf o' thi Gordones desertit,35 An' turnit wi' Murray in a crack. Wi hether i' thir bonnits they turnit, The traiter Haddo o' their heid, An' slaid theire brithers an' their fatheris, An' spoilit an' left them for deid.40 Then Murry cried to tak thi auld Gordone, An' mony ane ran wi' speid; But Stuart o' Inchbraik had him stickit, An' out gushit thi fat lurdane's bleid. Then they teuke his twa sones quick an' hale,45 An' bare them awa' to Aberdene; But fair did our guide quine lament Thi waeful chance that they were tane. Erle Murry lost mony a gallant stout man; Thi hopefu' laird o' Thornitune,50 Pittera's sons, an Egli's far fearit laird, An mair to mi unkend, fell doune. Erle Huntly mist ten score o' his bra' men, Sum o' heigh an' sum o' leigh degree; Skeenis youngest son, thi pryde o' a' the clan, Was ther fun' dead, he widna flee.55 This bloody fecht wis fercely faucht Octobri's aught an' twinty day, Crystis' fyfteen hundred thriscore yeir An' twa will merk thi deidlie fray.60 But now the day maist waefu' came, That day the quine did grite her fill, For Huntly's gallant stalwart son, Wis heidit on thi heidin hill. Fyve noble Gordones wi' him hangit were65 Upon thi samen fatal playne; Crule Murry gar't thi waefu' quine luke out, And see hir lover an' liges slayne. I wis our quine had better frinds, I wis our country better peice;70 I wis our lords wid na' discord, I wis our weirs at hame may ceise.

Betuixt Dunother and Aberdein, I rais and tuik the way, Beleiuing weill it had not beine Nought halff ane hour to day. The lift was clad with cloudis gray,5 And owermaskit was the moone, Quhilk me deceaued whair I lay, And maid me ryss ouer soone. On Towie Mounth I mett a man, Weill grathed in his gear:10 Quoth I, "Quhat neues?" then he begane To tell a fitt of warre. Quoth he, "Of lait I heir, Ane bloodie broust there was brouine, Zesterday, withouten moir,15 Upone ane hill at Strathdoune." Then I, as any man wold be,25 Desyrous for to know Mair of that taill he told to me, The quhilk he said he sawe— Be then the day began to daw, And back with him I red;30 Then he began the soothe to schaw, And on this wayis he said. Macallenmore cam from the wast With many a bow and brand; To wast the Rinnes he thought best,35 The Earll of Huntlies land. He swore that none should him gainestand, Except that he war fay; Bot all sould be at his comand That dwelt be northen Tay.40 Then Huntlie, for to prevent that perrill, Directit hastilie Unto the noble Erll of Erroll, Besought him for supplie. Quha said, "It is my deutie45 For to giue Huntlie support; For if he lossis Strabolgie, My Slaines will be ill hurt. "Thairfoir I hald the subject vaine, Wold rave us of our right;50 First sall one of us be slaine, The uther tak the flight. Suppose Argyll be muche of might, Be force of Heigheland men; We's be a motte into his sight,55 Or he pas hame againe. "Be blaithe, my mirrie men, be blaithe, Argyll sall have the worse, Give he into this countrie kaithe, I houpe in God[i]s cross."60 Then leap this lord upon his horss, Ane warrlyk troupe at Torray; To meit with Huntlie and his force, They ryde to Elgine of Murray. The samen night thir lordis meit;65 For utheris, who thought long, (To tell zow all, I haue forgot) The mirthe was them amonge. Then playeris played, and songsters song, To gled the mirrie host,70 Quho feared not thair foes strong, Nor zet Argylles boste. They for two dayes wold not remove, Bot blaithlie dranck the wyne, Some to his lass, some to his loue,75 Some to his ladeis fyne. And he that thought not for to blyne, His mistres tockin tackes; They kist it first, and set it syne Upone thair helmes and jackes.80 They past thair tyme right wantonly, Quhill word cam at ye last, Argyll, with ane great armie, Approached wondrous fast. Then [out] of the toune thir barrones past,85 And Huntlie to them said, "Good gentillmen, we will us cast To Strathbolgie but bed." Quhen they unto Strathbolgie came, To that castell but dreid,90 Then to forsee how thingis might frame, For they had meikle neid, They woned them unto the dead, As kirkmen could devys; Syne prayed to God that they might speed95 Off thair guid enterpryse. Then evirie man himself did arme, To meit Mackallanmorne, Unto Strathdoune quho did great harme The Wednesday beforne.100 As lyounes does poore lambes devoure, With bloodie teethe and naillis, They burnt the biggingis, tuik the store, Syne slewe the peopillis sellis. Besyd all this hie crueltie,105 He said, ere he should ceass, The standing stonnes of Strathbolgie Schould be his palione place. Bot Huntlie said, "With Godis grace, First we sall fight them ones;110 Perchance that they may tak the chess, Ere they come to the stonnes." Thir lordis keipt on at afternoone, With all thair warrmen wight; Then sped up to Cabrach sone,115 Whair they bed all that night. Upone the morne, quhen day was light, They rose and maid them boune Intill ane castell that stood on hight, They call it Auchindoune.120 Besyd that castell, on a croft, They stended pallionis ther; Then spak a man that had bein oft In jeopardie of warr: "My lord, zour foes they ar to fear,125 Thoughe we war neuir so stoute; Thairfoir comand some man of warre To watche the rest about." Be this was done, some gentillmen Of noble kin and blood,130 To counsell with thir lordis begane, Of matteris to concluide: For weill aneughe they understood The matter was of weght, They had so manie men of good135 In battell for to fight. The firstin man in counsall spak, Good Errol it was he; Who sayis, "I will the vaneguard tack And leiding upone me.140 My Lord Huntlie, come succour me, When ze sie me opprest; For fra the feild I will not flie So long as I may last." Thair at some Gordones waxed wraithe,145 And said he did them wrong; To lat this lord then they warre leath First to [the] battell gange. The meiting that was them amonge, Was no man that it hard,150 Bot Huntlie, with ane troupe full stronge, Bed into the reir guarde. Thir wer the number of thair force Thir lordis to battell led: Ane thousand gentillmen on horss,155 And some fotemen they had; Thrie hundreth that schot arrowes bred, Four scorr that hagbutis bore: Thir war the number that they had Of footmen with them suire.160 This worthy chevalrie All merchand to the field; Argyll, with ane great armie, Upone ane hill had tane beild, Aboyding them [with] speare and scheild,165 With bullettis, dartis, and bowes; The men could weill thair wapones weild; To meit them was no mowes. When they so near uther war come, That ilk man saw his foe,170 "Goe to, and assay the gaime," said some; Bot Capitane Ker said, "No: First lat the gunes befoir us goe, That they may break the order": Quoth both the lordis, "Lat it be so,175 Or euer we goe forder." Then Androw Gray, upone ane horss, Betuixt the battillis red; Makand the signe of holy cross, In manus tuas he said.180 He lighted thair [the] gunes to led, Quhill they cam to the rest; Then Capitane Ker unto him sped, And bad him shuit in haist. "I will not [shuit]," quothe Androw Gray,185 "Quhill they cum over zonder hill; We have an ower guid caus this dey, Through misgydins to spill. Goe back, and bid our men byd still, Quhill they cum to the plaine;190 Then sall my shuitting doe them ill, I will not shuit in vaine." "Shuit up, shuit up," quothe Capitane Ker, "Shuit up, to our comfort!" The firsten shot [it] was to neir,195 It lighted all to schort. The nixtin shot thair foes hurt, It lighted wounderous weill: Quoth Androw Gray, "I sie ane sport, Quhen they began to reill.200 "Goe toe, good mattes, and say the game, Zonder folkis ar in a fray; Lat sie how we can well with them, Into thair disaray. Goe, goe, it is not tyme to stay,205 All for my bennisoune; Saue non this day ze may gar dye, Quhill ze the feild haue wonne." Then Errol haisted to the hight, Whair he did battell byd; With him went Auchindoune and Gight, And Bonnitoune by his syd:220 Whair manie gentillman did with him byd, Whos prais sould not be smored; Bot Capitane Ker, that was thair gyde, Red ay befoir my lord. They war not manie men of werre,225 Bot they war wonder trewe; With hagbutis, pistolet, bowe, and speare, They did thair foes persewe, Quhair bullettis, dartis, and arrowes flew, Als thick as haill or raine,230 Quhilk manie hurt, and some they slew, Of horss and gentillmen. Huntlie maid haist to succour him, And charged furiouslie, Quhair manie menis sight grew dim,235 The shottis so thick did flie; Quhilk gart right manie doghtie die, Of some on euerie syd; Argyll with his tald hoste did flie, Bot Macklenne did abyd.240 Macklene had one ane habershoune, Ilk lord had one ane jack; Togidder feirc[e]lie are they rune, With manie a gunes crack. The splenderis of thair spearis they break,245 Flewe up into the air, Quhilk boore doune maney on thair back, Againe ros neuer mair. [249-56] [257-64] "Alace, I sie ane soré sight,"265 Said the Laird of Macklenne; "Our feible folkis is tenne the flight, And left me myne allaine. Now must I flie, or els be slaine, Since they will not returne;"270 With that he ran ouer ane dyne, Endlongis ane lytill burne. Then after great Argylles hoste Some horssmen tuik the chess, Quha turned their backes for all thair bost,275 Contrair the fooles say[s]. They cried "oh," with manie "alace," Bot neuir for mercie sought; Thairfoir the Gordones gaue no grace, Becaus they craved it nought.280 Then some guidman perseiued sharpe, With Erroll and Huntlie, And thai with [a] capitane did carpe, Quhais name was Ogilvie. He sayis, "Gentillmen, lat see285 Who maniest slaine slaydis; Save non this day ze may gar die, For pleadis, nor ransome paynes." Lyk hartes, up howes and hillis thei ranne, Quhair horsmen might not winn:290 "Reteir againe," quoth Huntlie then, "Quhair we did first begin. Heir lyes manie carved skinnes, With manie ane bloodie beard, For anie helpe, with litell dinne,295 Sall rotte aboue the eard." When they cam to the hill againe, The sett doune one thair knees, Syne thanked God that they had slaine Soe manie enimies.300 They ros befor Argylles eyis, Maid Capitane Ker ane knight; Syne bed among the dead bodies, Whill they war out of sight. [305-12] [313-20] This deid so doughtilie was done, As I hard trewe men tell, Upone ane Thursday afternoone, St. Franecis ewill befell. Guid Auchindoune was slaine himself,325 With uther seven in battéll; So was the Laird of Lochinzell, Grate pitie was to tell.

Saying, "The ministers, I fear, A bloody browst have brown, For yesterday, withouthen mair,15 On the hill at Stradown, I saw three lords in battle fight Right furiously awhile, Huntlie and Errol, as they hight, Were both against Argyle.20 Turn back with me and ride a mile, And I shall make it kend, How they began, the form and stile, And of the battles end."

When they unto Strathboggy came, To council soon they geed, For to see how things might frame, For they had meikle need. They voted then to do a deed As kirkmen do devise, And pray'd that they might find good speed In that great interprise.

Thus with their noble cavalry They marched to the field.

Then awful Erroll he can say "Good fellows, follow me:210 I hope it shall be ours this day, Or else therefore to die. Tho they in number many be, Set on, withoutten words; Let ilk brave fellow brake his tree,215 And then pursue with swords."

Then some men said, "We will be sure And take Maclean by course;250 Go to, for we are men anew To bear him down by force." But noble Errol had remorse, And said, "It is not best, For tho Argyle has got the worst,255 Let him gang with the rest.

"What greater honour could ye wish In deeds of chivalry, Or brave victory than this, Where one has chac'd thrice three?260 Therefore, good fellows, let him be; He'll die before he yield; For he with his small company Bade langest in the field."

Now I have you already tauld,305 Huntly and Errol's men Could scarce be thirteen hundred called, The truth if ye would ken. And yet Argyle his thousands ten Were they that took the race,310 And tho that they were nine to ane, They caused [them] take the chace.

Sae Argyle's boast it was in vain, (He thought sure not to tyne) That if he durst cum to the plain,315 He would gar every nine Of his lay hold upon ilk man Huntly and Errol had: But yet for all his odds he ran To tell how ill he sped.320

Out it speeks the gallant Montrose, (Grace on his fair body!) "We winna burn the bonny burgh, We'll even lat it be." Then out it speaks the gallant Montrose, "Your purpose I will break; We winna burn the bonny burgh, We'll never build its make. "I see the women and their children Climbing the craigs sae hie; We'll sleep this night in the bonny burgh, And even lat it be."

Upon the eighteenth day of June, A dreary day to see, The Southern lords did pitch their camp Just at the bridge of Dee. Bonny John Seton of Pitmeddin, A bold baron was he, He made his testament ere he went out, The wiser man was he. He left his land to his young son, His lady her dowry,10 A thousand crowns to his daughter Jean, Yet on the nurse's knee. Then out came his lady fair, A tear into her e'e; Says "Stay at home, my own good lord,15 O stay at home with me!" He looked over his left shoulder, Cried, "Souldiers, follow me!" O then she looked in his face, An angry woman was she:20 "God send me back my steed again, But ne'er let me see thee!" His name was Major Middleton That manned the bridge of Dee; His name was Colonel Henderson25 That let the cannons flee. His name was Major Middleton That manned the bridge of Dee; And his name was Colonel Henderson That dung Pitmeddin in three.30 Some rode on the black and gray, And some rode on the brown, But the bonny John Seton Lay gasping on the ground. Then bye there comes a false Forbes,35 Was riding from Driminere; Says "Here there lies a proud Seton, This day they ride the rear." Cragievar said to his men, "You may play on your shield;40 For the proudest Seton in all the lan' This day lies on the field." "O spoil him, spoil him," cried Cragievar, "Him spoiled let me see; For on my word," said Cragievar,45 "He had no good will at me." They took from him his armour clear, His sword, likewise his shield; Yea they have left him naked there Upon the open field.50 The Highland men, they're clever men At handling sword and shield, But yet they are too naked men To stay in battle field. The Highland men are clever men55 At handling sword or gun, But yet they are too naked men To bear the cannon's rung. For a cannon's roar in a summer night Is like thunder in the air;60 There's not a man in Highland dress Can face the cannon's fire.

As I came in by Achendown, A little wee bit frae the town, When to the highlands I was bown, To view the haws of Cromdale, I met a man in tartan trews,5 I spier'd at him what was the news: Quoth he, "The highland army rues That e'er we came to Cromdale." "We were in bed, sir, every man, When the English host upon us came;10 A bloody battle then began Upon the haws of Cromdale. "The English horse they were so rude, They bath'd their hoofs in highland blood, But our brave clans they boldly stood,15 Upon the haws of Cromdale. "But alas! we could no longer stay, For o'er the hills we came away, And sore we do lament the day That e'er we came to Cromdale."20 Thus the great Montrose did say, "Can you direct the nearest way? For I will o'er the hills this day, And view the haws of Cromdale." "Alas, my lord, you're not so strong;25 You scarcely have two thousand men, And there's twenty thousand on the plain, Stand rank and file on Cromdale." Thus the great Montrose did say, "I say, direct the nearest way,30 For I will o'er the hills this day, And see the haws of Cromdale." They were at dinner, every man, When great Montrose upon them came; A second battle then began35 Upon the haws of Cromdale. The Grants, Mackenzies, and M'Kys, Soon as Montrose they did espy, O then they fought most vehemently, Upon the haws of Cromdale.40 The M'Donalds, they return'd again, The Camerons did their standard join, M'Intosh play'd a bonny game, Upon the haws of Cromdale. The M'Gregors fought like lyons bold,45 M'Phersons, none could them controul, M'Lauchlins fought like loyal souls, Upon the haws of Cromdale. [M'Leans, M'Dougals, and M'Neals, So boldly as they took the field,50 And made their enemies to yield, Upon the haws of Cromdale.] The Gordons boldly did advance, The Fraziers [fought] with sword and lance, The Grahams they made their heads to dance,55 Upon the haws of Cromdale. The loyal Stewarts, with Montrose, So boldly set upon their foes, And brought them down with highland blows, Upon the haws of Cromdale60 Of twenty thousand Cromwells men Five hundred went to Aberdeen, The rest of them lyes on the plain, Upon the haws of Cromdale.

The Graham[s and] Gordons of Aboyne Camp'd at Drumminor bog; At the castle there they lay all night, And left them scarce a hog. The black Baillie, that auld dog,5 Appeared on our right; We quickly raise up frae the bog, To Alford march'd that night. We lay at Lesly all night, They camped at Asloun;10 And up we raise afore daylight, To ding the beggars doun. Before we was in battle rank, We was anent Mill Hill; I wat full weel they gar'd us rue,15 We gat fighting our fill. They hunted us and dunted us, They drave us here and there, Untill three hundred of our men Lay gasping in their lair.20 The Earl of Mar the right wing guided, The colours stood him by; Lord George Gordon the left wing guided, Who well the sword could ply. There came a ball shot frae the west25 That shot him through the back; Although he was our enemy, We grieved for his wreck. We cannot say 'twas his own men, But yet it came that way;30 In Scotland there was not a match To that man where he lay.

The gallant Grahams cam from the west, Wi' their horses black as ony craw; The Lothian lads they marched fast, To be at the Rhyns o' Gallowa. Betwixt Dumfries town and Argyle,5 The lads they marched mony a mile; Souters and tailors unto them drew, Their covenants for to renew. The Whigs, they, wi' their merry cracks, Gar'd the poor pedlars lay down their packs;10 But aye sinsyne they do repent The renewing o' their Covenant. At the Mauchline muir, where they were review'd, Ten thousand men in armour show'd; But, ere they came to the Brockie's burn,15 The half of them did back return. General Dalyell, as I hear tell, Was our lieutenant-general; And Captain Welsh, wi' his wit and skill, Was to guide them on to the Pentland hill.20 General Dalyell held to the hill, Asking at them what was their will; And who gave them this protestation, To rise in arms against the nation? "Although we all in armour be,25 It's not against his majesty; Nor yet to spill our neighbour's bluid, But wi' the country we'll conclude." "Lay down your arms, in the King's name, And ye shall a' gae safely hame;"30 But they a' cried out wi' ae consent, "We'll fight for a broken Covenant." "O well," says he, "since it is so, A wilfu' man never wanted woe:" He then gave a sign unto his lads,35 And they drew up in their brigades. The trumpets blew, and the colours flew, And every man to his armour drew; The Whigs were never so much aghast, As to see their saddles toom sae fast.40 The cleverest men stood in the van, The Whigs they took their heels and ran; But such a raking was never seen, As the raking o' the Rullien Green.

"Now, now de heretics all go down, Lilli, &c. By Chreist and St. Patrick de nation's our own, Lilli, &c.

Five hundred papishes came there, To make a final end Of all the town, in time of prayer, But God did them defend.

We came into brave Reading by night, Five hundred horsemen proper and tall; Yet not resolved fairly to fight, But for to cut the throats of them all. Most of us was Irish Papists,5 Who vowed to kill, then plunder the town; We this never doubted, but soon we were routed, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down. In Reading town we ne'er went to bed; Every soul there mounted his horse,10 Hoping next day to fill them with dread; Yet I swear by St. Patrick's cross, We most shamefully was routed: Fortune was pleased to give us a frown, And blasted our glory: I'll tell you the story,15 By Chreest and St. Patrick we all go down. We thought to slay them all in their sleep, But by my shoul, were never the near, The hereticks their guard did so keep, Which put us in a trembling fear.20 We concluded something further, To seize the churches all in the town, With killing and slaying, while they were a praying, But we were routed, and soon run down. Nay, before noon, we vowed to despatch25 Every man, nay, woman and child; This in our hearts we freely did hatch, Vowing to make a prey of the spoil. But we straightways was prevented, When we did hope for fame and renown;30 In less than an hour we [are] forcéd to scoure; By Chreest and St. Patrick, we are run down. We were resolved Reading to clear, Having in hand the flourishing sword; The bloody sceen was soon to appear,35 For we did then but wait for the word: While the ministers were preaching, We were resolved to have at their gown; But straight was surrounded, and clearly confounded, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down.40 Just as we all were fit to fall on, In came the Dutch with fury and speed; And amongst them there was not a man, But what was rarely mounted indeed; And rid up as fierce as tygers,45 Knitting their brows, they on us did frown; Not one of them idle, their teeth held their bridle, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down. They never stood to use many words, But in all haste up to us they flocked,50 In their right hands their flourishing swords, And their left carbines ready cock'd. We were forced to fly before them, Thorow the lanes and streets of the town; While they pursued after, and threaten'd a slaughter,55 By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down. Then being fairly put to the rout, Hunted and drove before 'um like dogs, Our captain bid us then face about, But we wisht for our Irish bogs.60 Having no great mind for fighting, The Dutch did drive us thorow the town; Our foreheads we crossed, yet still was unhorsed, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down. We threw away our swords and carbines,65 Pistols and cloaks lay strow'd on the lands; Cutting off boots for running, uds-doyns, One pair of heels was worth two pair of hands. Then we called on sweet St. Coleman, Hoping he might our victory crown;70 But Dutchmen pursuing poor Teagues to our ruin, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down. Never was Teagues in so much distress, As the whole world may well understand; When we came here, we thought to possess75 Worthy estates of houses and land: But we find 'tis all a story, Fortune is pleased on us to frown: Instead of our riches, we stink in our breeches, By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down.80 They call a thing a three-legged mare, Where they will fit each neck with a nooze, Then with our beads to say our last prayer, After all this to die in our shoes. Thence we pack to purgatory;85 For us let all the Jesuits pray; Farewell, Father Peters, here's some of your creatures Would have you to follow the self-same way.

Protestant boys, both valliant and stout, Fear not the strength and frown of Rome, Thousands of them are put to the rout, Brave Londonderry tells 'um their doom. For their cannons roar like thunder,5 Being resolved the town to maintain For William and Mary, still brave Londonderry Will give the proud French and Tories their bane. Time after time, with powder and balls, Protestant souls they did 'um salute,10 That before Londonderry's stout walls Many are slain and taken to boot. Nay, their noble Duke of Berwick, Many reports, is happily tane, Where still they confine him, and will not resign him, Till they have given the Tories their bane.16 Into the town their bombs they did throw, Being resolved to fire the same, Hoping thereby to lay it all low, Could they but raise it into a flame.20 But the polititious Walker, By an intreague did quail them again, And blasted the glory of French, Teague, and Tory; By policy, boys, he gave them their bane. Thundering stones they laid on the wall,25 Ready against the enemy came, With which they vow'd the Tories to mawl, Whene'er they dare approach but the same. And another sweet invention, The which in brief I reckon to name;30 A sharp, bloody slaughter did soon follow after, Among the proud French, and gave them their bane. Stubble and straw in parcels they laid, The which they straightways kindled with speed; By this intreague the French was betrayed,35 Thinking the town was fired indeed. Then they placed their scaling ladders, And o'er the walls did scour amain; Yet strait, to their wonder, they were cut in sunder, Thus Frenchmen and Tories met with their bane.40 Suddenly then they opened their gate, Sallying forth with vigor and might; And, as the truth I here may relate, Protestant boys did valliantly fight, Taking many chief commanders,45 While the sharp fray they thus did maintain, With vigorous courses, they routed their forces, And many poor Teagues did meet with their bane. While with their blood the cause they have sealed, Heaven upon their actions did frown;50 Protestants took the spoil of the field, Cannons full five they brought to the town. With a lusty, large, great mortar, Thus they returned with honor and gain, While Papists did scour from Protestant power,55 As fearing they all should suffer their bane. In a short time we hope to arrive With a vast army to Ireland, And the affairs so well we'll contrive That they shall ne'er have power to stand60 Gainst King William and Queen Mary, Who on the throne does flourish and reign; We'll down with the faction that make the distraction, And give the proud French and Tories their bane.

Grahamius notabilis coegerat montanos, Qui clypeis et gladiis fugarunt Anglicanos; Fugerant Vallicolæ, atque Puritani, Cacavere Batavi et Cameroniani. Grahamius mirabilis, fortissimus Alcides, Cujus regi fuerat intemerata fides, Agiles monticolas marte inspiravit, Et duplicatum numerum hostium profligavit. Nobilis apparuit Fermilodunensis, Cujus in rebelles stringebatur ensis; Nobilis et sanguine, nobilior virtute, Regi devotissimus intus et in cute. Pitcurius heroicus, Hector Scoticanus, Cui mens fidelis fuerat et invicta manus, Capita rebellium, is excerebravit, Hostes unitissimos ille dimicavit. Glengarius magnanimus atque bellicosus, Functus ut Eneas, pro rege animosus, Fortis atque strenuus, hostes expugnavit, Sanguine rebellium campos coloravit. Surrexerat fideliter Donaldus Insulanus, Pugnaverat viriliter, cum copiis Skyanis, Pater atque filii non dissimularunt, Sed pro rege proprio unanimes pugnarunt. Macleanius, circumdatus tribo martiali, Semper, devinctissimus familiæ regali, Fortiter pugnaverat, more atavorum, Deinde dissipaverat turmas Batavorum. Strenuus Lochielius, multo Camerone, Hostes ense peremit, et abrio pugione; Istos et intrepidos Orco dedicavit, Impedimenta hostium Blaro reportavit. Macneillius de Bara, Glencous Kepochanus, Ballechinus, cum fratre, Stuartus Apianus, Pro Jacobo Septimo fortiter gessere, Pugiles fortissimi, feliciter vicere. Canonicus clarissimus Gallovidianus, Acer et indomitus, consilioque sanus, Ibi dux adfuerat, spectabilis persona, Nam pro tuenda patria, hunc peperit Bellona. Ducalidoni dominum spreverat gradivus, Nobilis et juvenis, fortis et activus: Nam cum nativum principem exulem audiret, Redit ex Hungaria ut regi inserviret. Illic et adfuerat tutor Ranaldorum, Qui strenue pugnaverat cum copiis virorum; Et ipse Capetaneus, aetate puerili, Intentus est ad pr[oe]lium, spiritu virili. Glenmoristonus junior, optimus bellator Subito jam factus, hactenus venator, Perduelles Whiggeos ut pecora prostravit, Ense et fulmineo Mackaium fugavit. Regibus et legibus, Scotici constantes, Vos clypeis et gladiis pro principe pugnantes, Vestra est victoria, vestra est et gloria, In cantis et historia perpes est memoria!

July the first, in Oldbridge town, There was a grievous battle, Where many a man lay on the ground, By the cannons that did rattle, King James he pitched his tents between5 The lines for to retire; But King William threw his bomb-balls in, And set them all on fire. Thereat enraged, they vow'd revenge, Upon King William's forces;10 And often did cry vehemently, That they would stop their courses. A bullet from the Irish came, Which grazed King William's arm; They thought his majesty was slain,15 Yet it did him little harm. Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care, His king would often caution To shun the spot where bullets hot Retain'd their rapid motion.20 But William said—"He don't deserve The name of Faith's defender, That would not venture life and limb To make a foe surrender." When we the Boyne began to cross,25 The enemy they descended; But few of our brave men were lost, So stoutly we defended. The horse was the first that marchéd o'er, The foot soon followed a'ter,30 But brave Duke Schomberg was no more, By venturing over the water. When valiant Schomberg he was slain, King William thus accosted His warlike men, for to march on,35 And he would be the foremost. "Brave boys," he said, "be not dismayed For the losing of one commander; For God will be our king this day, And I'll be general under."40 Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross, To give our enemies battle; Our cannon, to our foes great cost, Like thundering claps did rattle, In majestic mien our prince rode o'er,45 His men soon followed a'ter; With blows and shouts put our foes to the route, The day we crossed the water. The Protestants of Drogheda Have reasons to be thankful,50 That they were not to bondage brought, They being but a handful. First to the Tholsel they were brought, And tied at Milmount a'ter, But brave King William set them free,55 By venturing over the water. The cunning French, near to Duleek Had taken up their quarters, And fenced themselves on every side, Still waiting for new orders.60 But in the dead time of the night, They set the field on fire; And long before the morning light, To Dublin they did retire. Then said King William to his men,65 After the French departed, "I'm glad," said he, "that none of ye Seeméd to be faint-hearted. So sheath your swords, and rest awhile, In time we'll follow a'ter:"70 These words he uttered with a smile, The day he crossed the water. Come, let us all, with heart and voice, Applaud our lives' defender, Who at the Boyne his valour shewed,75 And made his foes surrender, To God above the praise we'll give, Both now and ever a'ter, And bless the glorious memory79 Of King William that crossed the Boyne water.

Let the females attend To the lines which are penn'd, For here I shall give a relation Of a young marry'd wife, Who did venture her life,5 For a soldier, a soldier she went from the nation. She her husband did leave, And did likewise receive Her arms, and on board she did enter, And right valiantly went,10 With a resolution bent To the ocean, the ocean, her life there to venture. Yet of all the ship's crew, Not a seaman that knew They then had a woman so near 'em;15 On the ocean so deep She her council did keep, Ay, and therefore, and therefore she never did fear 'em. She was valiant and bold, And would not be controul'd20 By any that dare to offend her; If a quarrel arose, She would give him dry blows, And the captain, the captain did highly commend her. For he took her to be25 Then of no mean degree, A gentleman's son, or a squire; With a hand white and fair, There was none could compare, Which the captain, the captain did often admire. On the Irish shore,31 Where the cannons did roar, With many stout lads she was landed; There her life to expose, She lost two of her toes,35 And in battle, in battle was daily commended. Under Grafton she fought Like a brave hero stout, And made the proud Tories retire; She in field did appear40 With a heart void of fear, And she bravely, she bravely did charge and give fire. While the battering balls Did assault the strong walls Of Cork, and sweet trumpets sounded,45 She did bravely advance Where by unhappy chance This young female, young female, alas! she was wounded. At the end of the fray Still she languishing lay,50 Then over the ocean they brought her, To her own native shore: Now they ne'er knew before That a woman, a woman had been in that slaughter. What she long had conceal'd55 Now at length she reveal'd, That she was a woman that ventur'd; Then to London with care She did straitways repair, But she dy'd, oh she dy'd, e'er the city she enter'd.60 When her parents beheld, They with sorrow was fill'd, For why, they did dearly adore her; In her grave now she lies, Tis not watery eyes,65 No, nor sighing, nor sighing that e'er can restore her.

W. Pray came you here the fight to shun, Or keep the sheep with me, man? Or was you at the Sheriff-moor, And did the battle see, man? Pray tell whilk of the parties won?5 For well I wat I saw them run, Both south and north, when they begun, To pell and mell, and kill and fell, With muskets snell, and pistols knell, And some to hell10 Did flee, man. T. But, my dear Will, I kenna still, Whilk o' the twa did lose, man; For well I wat they had good skill To set upo' their foes, man:15 The red-coats they are train'd, you see, The clans always disdain to flee, Wha then should gain the victory? But the Highland race, all in a brace, With a swift pace, to the Whigs disgrace,20 Did put to chace Their foes, man. W. Now how diel, Tam, can this be true? I saw the chace gae north, man. T. But well I wat they did pursue25 Them even unto Forth, man. Frae Dumblain they ran in my own sight, And got o'er the bridge with all their might, And those at Stirling took their flight; Gif only ye had been wi' me,30 You had seen them flee, of each degree, For fear to die Wi' sloth, man. W. My sister Kate came o'er the hill, Wi' crowdie unto me, man;35 She swore she saw them running still Frae Perth unto Dundee, man. The left wing gen'ral had na skill, The Angus lads had no good will That day their neighbours blood to spill;40 For fear by foes that they should lose Their cogues of brose, all crying woes— Yonder them goes, D'ye see, man? T. I see but few like gentlemen45 Amang yon frighted crew, man; I fear my Lord Panmure be slain, Or that he's ta'en just now, man: For tho' his officers obey, His cowardly commons run away,50 For fear the red-coats them should slay; The sodgers hail make their hearts fail; See how they scale, and turn their tail, And rin to flail And plow, man.55 W. But now brave Angus comes again Into the second fight, man; They swear they'll either dye or gain, No foes shall them affright, man: Argyle's best forces they'll withstand,60 And boldly fight them sword in hand, Give them a general to command, A man of might, that will but fight, And take delight to lead them right, And ne'er desire65 The flight, man. But Flandrekins they have no skill To lead a Scotish force, man; Their motions do our courage spill, And put us to a loss, man.70 You'll hear of us far better news, When we attack like Highland trews, To hash, and slash, and smash and bruise, Till the field, tho' braid, be all o'erspread, But coat or plaid, wi' corpse that's dead75 In their cold bed, That's moss, man. T. Twa gen'rals frae the field did run, Lords Huntley and Seaforth, man; They cry'd and run grim death to shun,80 Those heroes of the North, man; They're fitter far for book or pen, Than under Mars to lead on men; Ere they came there they might well ken That female hands could ne'er gain lands;85 'Tis Highland brands that countermands Argathlean bands Frae Forth, man. W. The Camerons scow'r'd as they were mad, Lifting their neighbours cows, man,90 M'Kenzie and the Stewart fled, Without phil'beg or trews, man: Had they behav'd like Donald's core, And kill'd all those came them before, Their king had gone to France no more:95 Then each Whig saint wad soon repent, And strait recant his covenant, And rent It at the news, man. T. M'Gregors they far off did stand,100 Badenach and Athol too, man; I hear they wanted the command, For I believe them true, man. Perth, Fife, and Angus, wi' their horse, Stood motionless, and some did worse,105 For, tho' the red-coats went them cross, They did conspire for to admire Clans run and fire, left wings retire, While rights intire Pursue, man.110 W. But Scotland has not much to say, For such a fight as this is, Where baith did fight, baith run away; The devil take the miss is That every officer was not slain115 That run that day, and was not ta'en, Either flying from or to Dumblain; When Whig and Tory, in their 'fury,' Strove for glory, to our sorrow, The sad story120 Hush is.