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viii. JACOBITE 275 |
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Cope swore, with many a bloody word, That he would fight them gun and sword, But he fled frae his nest like an ill-scar d bird,
And Johuie took wing in the morning. It was upon an afternoon, Sir Johnie march'd to Preston town, He says, 'My lads come lean you down,
And we'll fight the boys in the morning.' But when he saw the Highland lads, Wi1 tartan trews and white cockauds, Wi' swords, and guns, and rungs, and gauds—
0 Johnie, he took wing in the morning. On the morrow when he did rise,
He looked between him and the skies ; He saw them wi' their naked thighs,
Which fear'd him in the morning. O, then he flew into Dunbar, Crying for a man of war; He thought to have passed for a rustic tar,
And gotten awa in the morning. Sir Johnie into Berwick rade, Just' as the devil had been his guide ; Gien him the warld he would na stay'd
To foughten the boys in the morning. Says the Berwickers unto Sir John :— 'O what's become of all your men?' 'In faith,' says he, 'I dinna ken—
1 left them a' this morning.'
Says Lord Mark Car—'Ye are na blate To bring us the news o' your ain defeat, I think you deserve the back o' the gate ! Get out o' my sight this morning.' |
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No. 292. Loud blaw the frosty breezes.
Tune : Morag (see No. 98). |
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Loud blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland Rover Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray, May Heaven be his warden ;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey And bonie Castle-Gordon ! |
The trees, now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging, The birdies, dowie moaning,
Shall a' be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing. Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
When (by his mighty warden) My youth's returned to fair Strathspey |
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And bonie Castle-Gordon. |
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