Adam Skirving (1719-1803)
The chevalier being void o' fear did march up Birsle Brae, man
And through Tranent e'er he did stent as fast as he could gae, man
While General Cope did taunt and mock wie many a loud hurrah, man
But e'er next morn proclaimed the cock we heard another craw, man.
The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell, led Cameron on in cloods, man
The morning fair and clear the air they loosed wie devilish thuds, man
Doon guns they threw and swords they drew and soon did chase them aff, man
On Seaton's craft they burst their chafts and gart them run like daft, man.
The bluff dragoons swore blood and oons they'd mak' the rebels run, man
And yet they flee when them they see and winnae fire a gun, man
They turned their backs the fit tae crack such terror seized them a', man
Some wet their cheeks some fyled their breeks and some for fear did fa', man.
Smith made sic' haste, sae spurred his beast, 'twas little there he saw, man
Tae Berwick rade and safely said the Scots were rebels a', man
O'er Soutra Hill ere he stood still afore he tasted meat, man
Lang may he brag o' his swift nag that bore him aff sae fleet, man.
But Gardner brave did still behave like to a hero bright, man
His courage true, like him were few, that still despised flight, man
Ah for king and laws and country's cause in honours bed did fa', man
His life but not his courage fled while he had breath tae draw, man.
At yon thorn tree that you may see beneath the meadow mill, man
There's many slain lie on the plain the clans pursuing still, man
Sic' unco whacks and deadly hacks, I never saw the likes, man
Lost hands and heids cost them their deeds that fell near Preston Dyke, man.
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