Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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OR OF PRESTON-PANS.                   173
Are deck'd wi' spoils of war, man; Fu' bald can tell how hernainsell "Was ne'er sae pra before, man.
At the thorn-tree, which you may see
Bewest the meadow-mill, man, There mony slain lay on the plain,
The clans pursuing still, man. Sick unco' hacks, and deadly whacks,
I never saw the like, man; Lost hands and heads cost them their
no deads,
That fell near Preston-dyke, man.
That afternoon, when a was done,
I gaed to see the fray, man ; But had I wist what after past,                             ns
I'd better staid away, man: On Seaton sands, wi' nimble hands,
They pick'd my pockets bare, man; But I wish ne'er to drie sick fear,
For a' the sum and mair, man.                         1*