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THE BATTLE OF COKICHIE. 213
That mony o' Hurry's men lay gaspin, An' dyit thi grand wi theire bleid.
Then fause Murry feingit to flee them,
An' they pursuit at his backe, Whan thi haf o' thi Gordones desertit, »
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. *>
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, is
An' bare them awa' to Aberdene; But fair did our guide quine lament
Thi waeful chance that they were tane.
Erie Murry lost mony a gallant stout man;
Thi hopefu' laird o' Thornitune, h>
Pittera's sons, an Egli's far fearit laird, An mair to mi unkend, fell doune.
Erie 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. »