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THE BATTLE OP BOTHWELL BRIDGE. 151
" But yield your weapons ane an a', 25 .
0 yield your weapons, lads, to me; For gin ye'll yield your weapons up, . Ye'se a' gae hame to your country."
Out then spak a Lennox lad,
And waly but he spoke bonnily! so
" I winna yield my weapons up,
To you nor nae man that I see."
Then he set up the flag o' red,
A' set about wi' bonny blue ; " Since ye'll no cease, and be at peace, as
See that ye stand by ither true."
They stell'd their cannons on the height, And showr'd their shot down in the howe;
An' beat our Scots lads even down,
Thick they lay slain on every knowe. *)
As e'er you saw the rain down fa',
Or yet the arrow frae the bow,— Sae our Scottish lads fell even down,
An' they lay slain on every knowe.
" O hold your hand," then Monmouth ery'd, « " Gie quarters to yon men for me !"
But wicked Claver'se swore an oath, His Cornet's death revenged sud be.