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Lieutenant Smith of Irish birth,
frae whom he call‘d for ain man
Being full of dread lap o‘er his head,
and would not be gainsaid man.
He made such haste, sae spurr’d his beast
‘twas little there he saw, man;
To Berwick rade, and falsely said,
the Scots are rebels a‘ man:
But let that end for well ‘tis kend,
his use and wont to lie man;
The league is rought, he never sought,
when he had room to flee man.
But gallant Rodger, like a sodger,
stood and bravely fought-man:
I‘m wae to tell at last he fell,
but mae down wi him brought man:
At point of death wi‘his last breath,
(some standing round {illegible}}in riog man)
On’s back lying flat he waved his hat,
and cried God save the king man.
Seme Highland rogues like hungry dogs,
neglecting to pursue man,
About they fac’d and in great haste
