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The English General he did say,
We'll give the Highland lads fair play;
We'll sound our trumpets, and give huzza,
And waken them at Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
Says Livingston, I hold it best
To catch them lurking in their nest;
The Highlaud lads we will distress,
And hough them down at Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
So they were in their beds, sir, every one,
When the English army on them came,
And a bloody battle soon began,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The English horse they were so rude,
They bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood,
Our noble clans they firmly stood,
Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
But our noble clans they could not stay,
Out over the hills they ran away,
And sore they do lament the day
That ever they came to Crumdel.
Sing. &c.
Says great Montrose, I must not stay,
Wilt thou direct the nearest way,
Over the hills I'll go this day,
And see the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
