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Strathmore and Clanronald
Cried still, advance Donald,
Till both these heroes did fa, man;
For there was such lashing,
And broad-swords a clashing,
Brave Forfar himself got a claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Cried still, advance Donald,
Till both these heroes did fa, man;
For there was such lashing,
And broad-swords a clashing,
Brave Forfar himself got a claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Lord Perth stood the storm,
Scaforth but lukewarm,
Kilsyth and Strathallan not slaw, man;
And Hamilton pled,
The men were not bred,
For he had no fancy to fa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Scaforth but lukewarm,
Kilsyth and Strathallan not slaw, man;
And Hamilton pled,
The men were not bred,
For he had no fancy to fa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Brave generous Southesk,
Tilliebairn was brisk,
Whose father indeed would not draw, man,
Into the same yoke,
Which serv'd for a cloak,
To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Tilliebairn was brisk,
Whose father indeed would not draw, man,
Into the same yoke,
Which serv'd for a cloak,
To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Lord Rollo not fear'd,
Kintore and his beard,
Pitsligo and Ogilvie a, man,
And Brothers Balfours,
They stood the first showers,
Clackmannan and Burleigh, did claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
Kintore and his beard,
Pitsligo and Ogilvie a, man,
And Brothers Balfours,
They stood the first showers,
Clackmannan and Burleigh, did claw, man.
And we ran, and they ran, &c.
