Note 145 — Chapter V

There was not, sin’ King Kenneth’s days, Sic strange intestine cruel strife In Scotlande seen, as ilk man says, Where monie likelie lost their life; Whilk made divorce tween man and wife, And monie children fatherless, Whilk in this realm has been full rife; Lord help these lands! our wrangs redress! In July, on Saint James his evin, That four-and-twenty dismal day, Twelve hundred, ten score, and eleven Of years sin’ Christ, the soothe to say; Men will remember, as they may, When thus the veritie they knaw; And monie a ane will mourne for aye The brim battle of the Harlaw.