The Hielandmen Cam Doon The Hill |
From Jacobite Songs and Ballads
The Hielandmen cam doon the hill, And owre the knowe wi' right gude will; Now Geordie's men may brag their fill, For wow but they were braw, man! They had three gen'rals o' the best, Wi' lairds, and lords, and a' the rest, Chiels that were bred to stand the test, And couldna rin awa, man.
2. The Hielandmen are savage loons, | 3. Says brave Lochiel, "Pray, have we won? I see no troop, I hear no gun." Says Drummond, "Faith, the battle's done, I know not how or why, man. But my good lords, this thing I crave, Have we defeat these heroes brave?" Says Murray, "I believe we have: If not, we're here to try, man."
4. But tried they up, or tried they doon, |
5. A tyke is but a tyke at best, A coward ne'er will stand the test, And Whigs at morn wha cocked the crest, Or e'en had got a fa', man. O wae befa' these northern lads, Wi' their braidswords and white cockades! They lend sic hard and heavy blads, Our Whigs nae mair can craw, man. |
To hide his own cowardice, General Hawley wreaked his vengeance manfully on others. A number of private men were shot for cowardly behaviour, and a far greater number severely whipped for flinging down their arms and running off as soon as the Highlanders came in sight. - from Hogg's Jacobite Relics