The Scots musical museum: Consisting of six hundred Scots songs with proper basses for the piano forteHumbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at EdinrJune 1771. . y- thousand on the plain, The Grahams they made their heads to- But alas we could no longer stay,For oer the hills we came away,And sore we do lament the day That eer we came to the great Montrose did say,Can you direct the nearest 1 will oer the hills this day, And view the haws of Cromdale. Alas, my lord,youre not so strong,You scarcely have two thousand, men, Stand rank and file on CromdaleThus the grea
The Scots musical museum: Consisting of six hundred Scots songs with proper basses for the piano forteHumbly dedicated to the Catch Club instituted at EdinrJune 1771. . y- thousand on the plain, The Grahams they made their heads to- But alas we could no longer stay,For oer the hills we came away,And sore we do lament the day That eer we came to the great Montrose did say,Can you direct the nearest 1 will oer the hills this day, And view the haws of Cromdale. Alas, my lord,youre not so strong,You scarcely have two thousand, men, Stand rank and file on CromdaleThus the great Montrose did say,I say, direct the nearest I will oer the hills this day, And see the haws of Cromdale. They mtve at dinner, wverr man, Upon the haws of Cromdale. (-dance, The loyal Stewarts, with MontroseiSo boldly set upon their foes,And brought them down with highland-Upon the haws of ,Of twenty thousand Cromwells men. When great Montrose upon them came. Five hundred went to Aberdeen,A second battle ihsn began, The rest of them lyirs on the plain, Cptn the haws *j£ Cromdale. Upon the haws 604 No Dominies for me, A lang cravat at him did wag, At the nert offer held him faft, And buckles at his knees, laddie; That firft makes love to thee,Iaffie. -Says he, My heart, by Cupids dart, Is captivate to thee, iaffie. Then I returning hame again, « And coming down the town,laddie, iul rather chufe to thole grim death; By any good luck I chaned to meet \So ceafe and let me be, laddie:For what? fays he; Good troth, f&id I,No dominies for me, laddie. A gentleman dragoon, laddie; And he took me by baith the hands,Tw&s help in time of need,laddie. Fools on ceremonies ftand, At twa words we agreed, laddie. Minifters ftipends are uncertain rents For ladies conjunct-fee, laddie;When books & gowns are a cried down, No dominies for me, laddie. He led me to his quarter-houfe, Where we exchange! a word, laddie:But for your fake Ill fleece the flo
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