“o how deil, tam, can that be true?

the chase gaed frae the north, man;

i saw mysel, they did pursue,

the horsemen back to forth, man;

and at dunne, in my ain sight,

they took the brig wi' a' their might,

and straught to stirling wing'd their flight;

but, cursed lot! the gates were shut;

and mony a huntit poor red-coat,

for fear amaist did swarf, man!”

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my sister kate cam up the gate

wi' crowdie unto me, man;

she swoor she saw some rebels run

to perth unto dundee, man;

their left-hand general had nae skill;

the angusds had nae gude will

that day their neibors' blude to spill;

for fear, for foes, that they should lose

their cogs o' brose; they scar'd at blows,

and hameward fast did flee, man.

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they've lost some gant gentlemen,

amang the hignd ns, man!

i fear my lord panmure is in,

or fallen in ish hands, man,

now wad ye sing this double fight,

some fell for wrang, and some for right;

but mony bade the world gude-night;

then ye may tell, how pell and mell,

by red ymores, and muskets knell,

wi' dying yell, the tories fell,

and whigs to hell did flee, man.

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