The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Bauldy Frazer.
My name is Bauldy Frazer, man;
I'm puir, an' auld, an' pale, an' wan:
I brak my shin, an' tint a han'
Upon Culloden lea, man.
Our Hielan' clans were bauld and stout,
An' thought to turn their faes about,
But gat that day a desperate rout,
An' owre the hills did flee, man.
I'm puir, an' auld, an' pale, an' wan:
I brak my shin, an' tint a han'
Upon Culloden lea, man.
Our Hielan' clans were bauld and stout,
An' thought to turn their faes about,
But gat that day a desperate rout,
An' owre the hills did flee, man.
Sic hurly-burly ne'er was seen,
Wi' cuffs, an' buffs, an' blindit e'en,
While Hielan' swords o' metal keen
War gleamin' grand to see, man.
The cannons routit in our face,
An' brak our banes an' raive our claes;
'Twas then we saw our ticklish case
Atween the deil an' sea, man.
Wi' cuffs, an' buffs, an' blindit e'en,
While Hielan' swords o' metal keen
War gleamin' grand to see, man.
The cannons routit in our face,
An' brak our banes an' raive our claes;
'Twas then we saw our ticklish case
Atween the deil an' sea, man.
Sure Charlie an' the brave Lochiel
Had been that time beside theirsel',
To plant us in the open fell,
In the artillery's e'e, man;
For had we met wi' Cumberland
By Athol braes or yonder strand,
The bluid o' a' the savage band
Had dy'd the German sea, man.
Had been that time beside theirsel',
To plant us in the open fell,
In the artillery's e'e, man;
For had we met wi' Cumberland
By Athol braes or yonder strand,
The bluid o' a' the savage band
Had dy'd the German sea, man.
But down we drappit dadd for dadd;
I thought it should hae put me mad,
To see sae mony a Hielan' lad
Lie bluthrin' on the brae, man.
I thought we ance had won the fray;
We smasht ae wing till it gae way;
But the other side had lost the day,
An' skelpit fast awa, man.
I thought it should hae put me mad,
To see sae mony a Hielan' lad
Lie bluthrin' on the brae, man.
I thought we ance had won the fray;
We smasht ae wing till it gae way;
But the other side had lost the day,
An' skelpit fast awa, man.
When Charlie wi' Macpherson met,
Like Hay he thought him back to get;
“We'll turn,” quo' he, “an' try them yet;
We'll conquer or we'll dee, man.”
But Donald shumpit o'er the purn,
An' sware an aith she wadna turn,
Or sure she wad hae cause to mourn;
Then fast awa' did flee, man.
Like Hay he thought him back to get;
“We'll turn,” quo' he, “an' try them yet;
We'll conquer or we'll dee, man.”
But Donald shumpit o'er the purn,
An' sware an aith she wadna turn,
Or sure she wad hae cause to mourn;
Then fast awa' did flee, man.
Oh! had you seen that hunt o' death!
We ran until we tint our breath,
Aye looking back for fear o' skaith,
Wi' hopeless shinin' e'e, man.
But Britain ever may deplore
That day upon Drumossie moor,
Whar thousands ta'en war drench'd in gore,
Or hang'd out-o'er a tree, man.
We ran until we tint our breath,
Aye looking back for fear o' skaith,
Wi' hopeless shinin' e'e, man.
But Britain ever may deplore
That day upon Drumossie moor,
Whar thousands ta'en war drench'd in gore,
Or hang'd out-o'er a tree, man.
O Cumberland, what mean'd ye then,
To ravage ilka Hielan' glen?
Our crime was truth, an' love to ane,
We had nae spite at thee, man:
An' you or yours may yet be glad,
To trust the honest Hieland lad;
The bonnet blue, and belted plaid,
Will stand the last o' three, man.
To ravage ilka Hielan' glen?
Our crime was truth, an' love to ane,
We had nae spite at thee, man:
An' you or yours may yet be glad,
To trust the honest Hieland lad;
The bonnet blue, and belted plaid,
Will stand the last o' three, man.
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