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162 THE BATTLE OF SHEKIFF-HUIK.
To London he press'd, and there he profess'd That he behaVd best o' them a', man,
And so, without strife, got settled for life,
A hundred a-year to his fa', man. n
And we ran, Sfc.
In Borrowstounness he resides with disgrace, Till his neck stand in need of a thraw, man;
And then in a tether he'll swing from a ladder, And go off the stage with a pa', man. And we ran, fyc.
Rob Roy there stood watch on a hill, for to catch The booty, for ought that I saw, man; m
For he ne'er advanc'd from the place he was stanc'd, Till no more was to do there at a', man. And we ran, Sfc.
So we all took the flight, and Moubray the wright, And Lethem the smith was a braw man, so
For he took a fit of the gout, which was wit, By judging it time to withdraw, man. And we ran, Sjc.
reported at the time; namely, that a person had left the Duke of Argyle's army, and joined the Earl of Mar's, before the battle, intending to act as a spy; and that, being employed by Mar to inform the left wing that the right was victorious, he gave a contrary statement, and, after seeing them retire accordingly, went back again to the royal army.
76. The celebrated Kob Roy. This redoubted hero was prevented, by mixed motives, from joining either party, he |
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