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THE BATTLE OP LOT/DON HILL. 147
" I never ken'd the like afore,
Na, never since I came frae hame,
That you sae cowardly here suld prove, An' yet come of a noble Grasme." «
But up bespake his Cornet then, " Since that it is your honour's will,
Mysell shall be the foremost man That shall gie fire on Loudon Hill.
" At your command I'll lead them on, *s
But yet wi' nae consent o' me; For weel I ken I'll ne'er return,
And mony mae as'weel as me."
Then up he drew in battle rank;
I wat he had a bonny train! a>
But the first time that bullets flew,
Aye he lost twenty o' his men.
Then back he came the way he gaed, I wat right soon and suddenly!
He gave command amang his men, &>
And sent them back, and bade them flee.
Then up came Burly, bauld an' stout, Wi's little train o' Westland men,
Wha mair than either aince or twice
In Edinburgh confined had been. oo |
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