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2 THE BATTLE OF COEICHIE.
Thi hopefu' laird o' Finliter,
Erie 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,
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 Hurry's slee wyles spoil't a' thi sport,
An' reft him o' lyfe and lim.
Murry gar 't rayse thi tardy Merns men, An' Angis, an' mony ane mair,
Erie Morton, and the Byres Lord Linsay, An' campit at thi hill o' Fare.
Erie 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, 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,