The Battle Of Killie-Crankie |
Ballad from Child, Vol. 7, early edition
Clavers and his Highlandmen Came down upo' the raw, man, Who being stout, gave mony a clout; The lads began to claw then. With sword and terge into their hand, Wi which they were nae slaw, man, Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh, The lads began to claw then.
2. O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stark,
3. Hur skipt about, hur leapt about, | 4. The Solemn League and Covenant Came whigging up the hills, man; Thought Highland trews durst not refuse For to subscribe their bills then. In Willie's name, they thought nag ane Durst stop their course at a', man, But hur-nane-sell, wi mony a knock, Cry'd, "Furich - Whigs awa'," man.
5. Sir Evan Du, and his men true,
6. OH' ON A RI, OH' ON A RI, |
7. Oh fy for shame, ye're three for ane, Hur-nane-sell's won the day, man; King Shames' red-coats should be hung up, Because they ran awa' then. Had bent their brows, like Highland trows, And made as lang a stay, man, They'd sav'd their king, that sacred thing, And Willie'd ran awa' then. |