. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. 1 And oil! my ]] jewel, my Eppie,Wha wadna be happy Wi Eppie Adair?A pleasure exile defile eer I beguile thee. My Eppie Adair! CljB ^attb Df lljtrriff-BIttit. Tune—Cameronian Rant. Oh cam ye here the fight to shun. Or herd the sheep wi me, man?Or were ye at the Sherra-muir, And did the battle see, man? I saw the battle, sair and reekin red ran mony a heart, for fear, gaed sough for hear the thuds, and see the cluds,O clans frae woods, in tartan duds, ,Wha glaumd at kingdoms three, m
. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. 1 And oil! my ]] jewel, my Eppie,Wha wadna be happy Wi Eppie Adair?A pleasure exile defile eer I beguile thee. My Eppie Adair! CljB ^attb Df lljtrriff-BIttit. Tune—Cameronian Rant. Oh cam ye here the fight to shun. Or herd the sheep wi me, man?Or were ye at the Sherra-muir, And did the battle see, man? I saw the battle, sair and reekin red ran mony a heart, for fear, gaed sough for hear the thuds, and see the cluds,O clans frae woods, in tartan duds, ,Wha glaumd at kingdoms three, maiL The red-coat lads, wi black meet them were na slaw, man ;They rushd and pushd, and bluid outgushd, And mony a bouk did fa, man;The great Argyle led on his files,I wat they glancd for twenty miles :They hackd and hashd while broadsw^ord» clashd,Andthrothey dashd,and hewd, fey men died awa, man. But had you seen the skyrin tartan trews, man; When in the teeth they dard our Whigs,And covenant true blues, man;. THKhK vvA^^ A i,-\- THENIEL MENZIES BONNIE MARY. 249 In ]me^ extended lang and large,■yVhen bayonets opposed the targe,And thousands hastend to the charge,\Vi Highland wrath they frae the sheathDrew blades o death, till, out o breath,They fled like frighted doos, man. Oh how die], Tam, can that be true ? The chase gaed frae the North, man ;1 saw myself, they did pursue The horseman back to Forth, man;And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,They took the brig wi a their straught to Stirling winged their flight;But, cursed lot! the gates were shut;And mony a huntit, poor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man ! My sister Kate cam up the gate Wi crowdie unto me, man ;She swore she saw some rebels run Frae Perth unto Dundee, man :Their left-hand general had nae Angus lads had nae good willThat day their neibors blood to spill;For fear, by foes, that they should loseThen: cogs o, brose—all crying woes; And so it go
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