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He turned his back and in a crack,
was cleanly cut of sight man;
And though it best, it was nae jest,
wi‘ Highlanders to fight man.
‘Mong a‘ the gang nane bade the bang,
but twa aud ane was tane man;
For Campbell rade, but Morie staid,
and sair he paid the kain man,
Fell skelps he got was waur than shot,
frae the sharp-edged claymore man,
Frae mony a spout came running out
his reeking red hot gore man.
Bat Gard‘ner brave did still behave,
like to a hero bright man,
His courage true like him were few,
that still despised flight man;
For king and laws and country's cause,
in honour‘s bed he lay man,
His life but not his courage fled,
while he had breath to draw man.
And Major Boyle that worthy soul,
was brought down to the ground man,
His horse being shot it was his lot,
