THE BATTLE OF ROSLIN.
Leave off your tittle tattle,
And I'll tell you of a battle,
Where claymore and targe did rattle,
At Roslin on the Lee.
Ten thousand Scottish laddies,
Drest in their tartan plaidies,
With blue bonnets and cockadies,
A pleasant sight to see.
Commanded by Sir Simion Frazer,
Who was as bold as Caesar,
Great Alexander never
Could exceed that hero bold.
And by brave Sir John Cummin,
When he saw the foes a coming,
Set the bagpipes a bumming,
Stand firm my hearts of gold,
Ten thousand English advancing,
See how their arms are glancing,
We'll set them all a dancing
At Roslin on the Lee,
Like furies our brave Highlandmen,
Most nobly they engaged them,
On field they durst no longer stand,
They soon began to flee.
They rushed into the battle,
Made sword and targe to rattle,
