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THE BATTLE OF ALFORD. 239
We lay at Lesly all night,
They camped at Asloun; m
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, »
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. 30
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 west »
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.