As for my life, I do not care,

If justice would take place,
And bring my fellow plunderers
Unto this fame disgrace.

For PETER BROWN, that notour loon,
Escap'd, and was made free;

O! curfe upon this fate of mine,
To hang upon a tree.

Both law and juftice buried are,
And fraud and guile fucceed,
The guilty pass unpunished,
If money interceed.

The Laird of Grant, that Highland faint,
His mighty majestie,

He pleads the cause of PETER BROWN,
And lets MACPHERSON die.

The deft'ny of my life contriv'd
By those whom I oblig'd,
Rewarded me much ill for good,

And left me no refuge.

For BRACO DUFF, in rage enough,
He first laid hands on me;
And if that death would not prevent,
Avenged wou'd I be.

As for my life, it is but short,

When I fhall be no more;

To part with life I am content,
As any heretofore.

Therefore, good people all, take heed,

This warning take by me,

According to the lives you lead,

Rewarded you fhall be.

C

Gillicrankie.

LAVERS, and his Higlandmen,
Came down upo' the raw, man,
Who being flout, gave mony a clout;

The lads began to claw then.
With fword and terge into their hand,
Wi' which they were nae flaw, man,
Wi' mony a fearful heavy figh,

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 riggings paid for a' then.
They got their paiks, wi' fudden straiks,
Which to their grief they saw, man ;
Wi' clinkum clankum o'er their crowns,
The lads began to fa' then.

Hur skipt about, hur leapt about,
And flang amang them a', man,
The English blades got broken heads,
Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then.
The durk and door made their last hour,
And prov'd their final fa', man,
They thought the devil had been there,
That play'd them sick a paw then.

The folemn League and Covenant
Came whigging up the hills, man,
Thought Highland trews durft not refuse
For to fubfcribe their bills then.

In WILLIE'S name they thought nae ane
Durst stop their course at a', man,
But hur nane fell, wi' mony a knock,
Cryd, Furich-Whiggs awa', man.

Sir EVAN DU, and his men true,
Came linking up the brink, man;
The Hogan Dutch they feared fuch,
They bred a horrid stink then.
The true MACLEAN, and his fierce men,
Came in amang them a' man;
Nane durft withstand his heavy hand,

All fled and ran awa' then.

Oh' on a ri, Oh' on a ri,

Why should she lose King SHAMES, man?

Oh' rig in di, Oh' rig in di,

She shall break a' her banes then ;

With furichinish, an' ftay a while,

And speak a word or twa, man,
She's gi' a straike, out o'er the neck,
Before ye win awa' then.

O fy for fhame, ye're three for ane,
Hur nane-fell's won the day, man.
King SHAME's red-coats should be hung up,
Because they ran awa', then ;

Had bent their brows, like Highland trows,
And made as lang a stay, man,

They'd fav'd their king, that sacred thing, And WILLIE'd ran awa' then.

TH

Sheriff-Muir.

HERE'S fome say that we wan,
Some fay that they wan,

Some fay that nane wan at a' man ;

But one thing I'm fure,

That at Sheriff-muir,

A battle there was, which I fa', man;

And we ran, aud they ran, and they ran, and we ran, and we ran, and they ran awa' man.

Brave ARGYLE and BELHAVEN,

Not like frighted L—N,

Which ROTHES and HADDINGTON fa', man;
For they all with WIGHTMAN

Advanc'd on the right, man,

While others took flight, being ra', man,
And we ran, and they ran, etc.

Lord ROXBURGH was there,

In order to share

With DOUGLAS, who stood not in awe, man,
Volunteerly to ramble

With Lord LoUDOUN CAMPBELL,

Brave ILAY did suffer for a', man,

And we ran, and they ran, etc.

Sir JOHN SCHAW, that great knight,
With broad-fword most bright,

On horseback he strangely did charge, man,
An hero that's bold,

None could him with-hold,

He ftoutly encounter'd the targemen,

And we ran, and they ran, etc.

For the cowardly WM,

For fear they should cut him,

Seeing glittering broad-fwords with a pa', man, And that in fuch thrang

Made BAIRD edicang,

And from the brave clans ran awa', man,

And we ran, and they ran, etc.

Brave MAR and PANMURE
Were firm I am fure,

The latter was kidnapt awa', man,

With brisk men about,

Brave HARRY retook

His brother, and laught at them a', man.
And we ran, and they ran, etc.

Grave MARSHAL and LITHGOW,
And GLENGARY's pith too,

Affifted by brave LOGGIA-MAN,
And GORDONS the bright,

So boldly did fight,

The red-coats took flight and awa', man.
And we ran, and they ran, etc.

STRATHMORE and CLANRONALD
Cry'd still, advance DONALD,
Till both these heroes did fa', man;
For there was such hashing,

And broad fwords a clashing,

Brave FORFAR himself got a cla', man.
And we ran, and they ran, etc.

Lord PERTH ftood the ftorm,
SEAFORTH but lukewarm,

KILSYTH and STRATHALLAN not fla', man;

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