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Our men into parties,
The battle in three quarters,
Upon our main body the marksmen did play:
The spearmen mere surrounded,
And all were confounded,
The fatal devastation of that fatal day!
The battle in three quarters,
Upon our main body the marksmen did play:
The spearmen mere surrounded,
And all were confounded,
The fatal devastation of that fatal day!
Our Nobles all ensnared,
Our King he was not spared;
For of that fate he shared, and would no longer stay:
The whole was intercepted,
That very-few escaped
The fatal conflagration of that woeful day.
Our King he was not spared;
For of that fate he shared, and would no longer stay:
The whole was intercepted,
That very-few escaped
The fatal conflagration of that woeful day.
This set the whole nation
Into grief and vexation:
The widows did weep, and the maidens did say,
Why tarries my lover?
The battle’s surely over;
Is there none left to tell us the fate of the day?
Into grief and vexation:
The widows did weep, and the maidens did say,
Why tarries my lover?
The battle’s surely over;
Is there none left to tell us the fate of the day?
I have heard a lilting,
At our ewes milking,
Lasses a-lilting afore the break of day:
But now there’s a moaning
On ilka green loaning,
Since our bra’ Foresters are a wed away,
At our ewes milking,
Lasses a-lilting afore the break of day:
But now there’s a moaning
On ilka green loaning,
Since our bra’ Foresters are a wed away,
At bought i’ the morning,
Nae blythe lads are scorning;
The lasses are lonely, dowie, and wae;
Nae daffin, nae gabbin,
But sighing and sabbing.
Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.
Nae blythe lads are scorning;
The lasses are lonely, dowie, and wae;
Nae daffin, nae gabbin,
But sighing and sabbing.
Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.
