6
THE BATTLE OF KILLICRANKIE.
CLAVERS and his Highlandmen,
came down upon the row, man,
Who being stout, gave mony a shout,
the lads began claw then.
Wi' sword and targe into her hand,
wi which they were not slaw, man,
Wi' mony a fearful heavy sigh,
the lads began to claw then.
O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stank,
she flang amang them a' man;
The butter-box got mony knocks,
their rigging paid for a' then.
They got their paiks wi' sudden straiks,
which to their grief they saw man.
Wi' clinkum—clankum o'er their crowns,
the lads began to fa' man.
Her skipt abont, her leapt about,
and flang amang them a' man:
