Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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W. Now how diel, Tam, can this be true 1
I saw the chace gae north, man. T. But well I wat they did pursue                              as
Them even unto Forth, man.
Frae Dumblain they ran in my own sight, And got o'er the bridge with all their might, And those at Stirling took their flight; Gif only ye had been wi' me,                            a>
You had seen them flee, of each degree, For fear to die
Wi' sloth, man.
W. My sister Kate came o'er the hill,
Wi' crowdie unto me, man ;                                      85
She swore she saw them running still Frae Perth unto Dundee, man. The left wing gen'ral had na skill, The Angus lads had no good will That day their neighbours blood to spill;           *)
For fear by foes that they should lose Their cogues of brose, all crying woes— Yonder them goes,
D'ye see, man ?
T. I see but few like gentlemen                                 is
Amang yon frighted crew, man; I fear my Lord Panmure be slain, Or that he's ta'en just now, man : For tho' his officers obey,
His cowardly commons run away,                       so
For fear the red-coats them should slay; The sodgers hail make their hearts fail;