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came in amang them a' man,
Nare durst withstand their heavy hand,
all fled and ran awa' then.

"Oh on a ri! oh, on a ri!"
why should we lose king Shames, man!
"Oh, rig in di! oh rig in di!"
she shall break a' her banes then.

Wi' "Furichinesh;" and stay a while,
and speak a word or twa man,
She’s gi' a stra k out o'er her neck,
before ye win awa' then.

O fy for shame ye're three for ane,
her nainser's won the day man;
King Shames' red coats shou d be hung up,
because they ran awa' then:

Had bent their brows like Highland trews,
and made as lang a stay man,
They’d sav'd their King, that sacred thing,
and Willie run awa' then.


DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.

WHEN trees did bud and fields were green,
and broom bloom'd fair to see;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love laugh'd in her ee;

Blythe Davie's blinks her heart did move,
to speak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn Davie, love,
and I shall follow thee.