highnd wrath they frae the sheath
drew bdes o' death, till, out o' breath,
they fled like frighted dows, man!
, , , , &c.
“o how deil, tam, that be true?
the chase gaed frae the north, man;
i saw mysel, they did pursue,
the horsemen back to forth, man;
and at dunbne, in my ain sight,
they took the brig wi' a' their might,
and straught to stirling wing'd their flight;
but, cursed lot! the gates were shut;
and mony a huntit poor red-coat,
for fear amaist did swarf, man!”
, , , , &c.
my sister kate cam up the gate
The Battle Of Sherramuir(3/5)