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Some wet their cheeks some fyl’d their breeks,
and some for fear did fa’ man.
The volunteer: prick'd up their ears,
and vow but they were crouse man;
But when the bairns saw't turn to earn’st;
they were not worth a louse man.
Maist feck gaes hame, O fy for shame,
they’d better staid awa man;
Than wi’ cockade to made parade
and do nae good at a’ man.
Monteath the gieat when hersel’ shot
un wares did ding him o’er man,
Yet wa nae stand to bear a hand,
but aff old flee like stour man;
w’er South a did o’er he stood stiil,
before he tasted meat man;
(illegible text)droth he may brag of his sweet wag,
that bare him aff sae sleet man.
And Seaton keen to clear the een,
of rebels far is wrang man;
did nerer strive wi’ pistols five,
but gallop’d with the thrang man:
He turn’d his back and in a crack,
was cleanly out of sight man;
and thought it best it was nae jest,
wi’ Highlanders to fight man.
