THE BATTLE OF PRESIONPANS.
The Chevalier being void of fear,
did march up Drisile brae man;
And through Tranent e’er he did stent
as fast as he could gae man,
While general Cope did taunt and mock
wi’ mony a loud huzza man:
But e’er next morn proclaimed the cock
we heard anither c aw man.
The brave Lochiel as I heard tell,
Ian Camerons on is clouds man,
The morning fair did clear the air,
they looked with devlish thuds man,
Down guns they threw and swords they drew,
and soon soon did chace them aff man;
On (illegible text) crafts they built their chafts,
and gart them rin like daft man.
The bluff dragoons swore blood and (illegible text)
they’d make the rebels run man:
And yet they flee when them they see
and wisna fire a gun man,
They turn’d their back the foot hay brake,
