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THE BATTLE OF IIAELAW. |
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Of Lowland and of Highland men : u»
Quha for thair awin haif evir bene;
These lazie lowns micht weil be spaird, Chessit lyke deirs into their dens,
And gat thair waiges for reward.
Maleomtosh, of the clan heid cheif, iss
Macklean, with his grit hauchty heid,
With all thair succour and relief, War dulefully dung to the deid : And now we are freid of thair feid,
They will not lang to cum again; 190
Thousands with them, without remeid,
On Donald's syd that day war slain.
And on the uther syde war lost,
Into the feild that dismal day, Chief men of worth, of mekle cost, 195
To be lamentit sair for ay.
The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay, A man of micht and mekle main;
Grit dolour was for his decay, That sae unhappylie was slain. 200
Of the best men amang them was
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy, The sheriff principal of Angus,
Renownit for truth and equitie,
For faith and magnanimitie: m
He had few fallows in the field,
Zet fell by fatall destinie, For he nae ways wad grant to zield. |
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