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182 THE BATTLE OF BARLAW.
Allangst the lands of Garioch,
Grit pitie was to heir and se
The noys and dulesum hermonie, t
That evir that dreiry day did daw,
Cryand the corynoeh on hie, Alas! alas I for the Harlaw.
I marvlit quhat the matter meint,
All folks war in a fiery-fairy; u
I wist nocht quha was fae or freind,
Zit quietly I did me carrie.
But sen the days of auld King Hairy, Sie slauchter was not hard nor sene,
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy, is
For bissiness in Aberdene.
Thus as I walkit on the way,
To Inverury as I went, I met a man and bad him stay,
Requeisting him to mak me quaint w
Of the beginning and the event, That happenit thair at the Harlaw :
Then he entreited me tak tent, And he the truth sould to me schaw.
Grit Donald of the Yles did claim as
Unto the lands of Ross sum richt, And to the governour he came,
Them for to haif, gif that he micht:
Quha saw his interest was but slicht, And thairfore answerit with disdain; so
He hastit hame baith day and nicht, And sent nae bodward back again.