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“At your command I’ll lead them on,
But yet wi’ nae consent o’ me;
For weel I ken I’ll ne’er return,
And mony mae as weel as me.”
Then up he drew in battle rank;
I wat he had a bonnie train!
But the first time that bullets flew,
Ay he lost twenty o’ his men.
Then back he came the way he gaed,
I wat right soon and suddenly!
He gave command amang his men,
And sent them back, and bade them flee.
Then up came Burly, bauld an’ stout,
Wi’s little train o’ Westland men;
Wha mair than either aince or twice
In Edinburgh confined had been.
They ha’e been up to London sent,
An’ yet they’re a’ come safely down;
Sax troop o’ horsemen they ha’e beat,
And chased them into Glasgow town.
AUCHINDOWN.
At Auchindown, the tenth of June,
Sae merry, blythe, and gay, Sir,
Each lad and lass did fill a glass,
