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172 THE BATTLE OF TEANENT-MUIK,
To Berwick rade, and safely said, n
The Scots were rebels a', man. But let that end, for well 'tis kend
His use and wont to lie, man; The Teague is naught, he never faught,
When he had room to flee, man. so
And Caddell drest, amang the rest,
"With gun and good claymore, man, On gelding grey he rode that way,
With pistols set before, man; The cause was good, he'd spend his blood, 85
Before that he would yield, man; But the night before, he left the cor,
And never fac'd the field, man.
But gallant Eoger, like a soger,
Stood and bravely fought, man; 90
I'm wae to telL at last he fell,
But mae down wi' him brought, man: At point of death, wi' his last breath,
(Some standing round in ring, man,) On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat, ss
And cry'd, God save the King, man.
Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs,
Neglecting to pursue, man, About they fac'd, and in great haste
Upon the booty flew, man; u»
And they, as gain for all their pain, |
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