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THE MARQUIS OF HUNTLEY'S RETREAT.
The gout, he said, made him take [bed],
When battle first began, man; But when he heard his Marquis fled,
He took his heels and ran, man. m
Sir James of Park, he left his horse
In the middle of a wall, man ; And durst not stay to take him out,
For fear a knight should fall, man; And Maien he let such a crack, ss
And shewed a pantick fear, man ; And Craigieheads swore he was shot,
And curs'd the chance of wear, man. Vow, tyc.
When, they march'd on the Sheriff Moor,
With courage stout and keen, man; 90
Who would have thought the Gordons gay
That day should quite the green, man ? AucHeacher and Auchanachie,
And all the Gordon tribe, man, Like their great Marquis, they could not 95
The smell of powder bide, man. Vow, fyc.
Glenbuicket cryed, " Plague on you all,
For Gordons do no good, man ; For all that fled this day, it is
Them of the Seaton blood, man." 100
Clashtirim said it was not so,
And that he'd make appear, man ;