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‘Mung a‘ the gang nane bade the bang,
but twa ane was tan man;
For Campbell rade, but Morie staid,
and sair he paid the skin man,
Fell skelps he got was waur than shot,
frae the sharp-edged claymore man,
Frae mony a spout came rusning out.
his reeking red bot gore man
But Gard’ner brave did still behave,
like to a hero bright man,
His courage true like him were few,
that still despise fight man:
For king ani laws and country’s cause,
in honour’s bed he lay man,
His life, but not his courage fled
while le bad 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,
for to get many a weund man :
Lieutenant Smith of Irish birth,
frae whom he call’d for ain man
Being full of dread, lap o’er his head,
sad wou’d not be (illegible text) man.
He made such haste, sae spurr’d his bea t,
