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5 The rest then ran into the trench,

And loos’d their cannons a’;

And thus, betweeen his armies twa,

He made them fast to fa’.

Now, let us a* for Lesly pray,

And his brave company!

For they ha’e vanquish’d great Montrose,

Our cruel enemy.

THE BATTLE OF LOUDON-HILL.

Y marvel when I tell ye o’

Our noble Burly, and his train;

When last he march’d up thro’ the land,

Wi’ sax-and-twenty westland men.

Than they I ne’er o’ braver heard,

For they had a’ baith wit and skill;

They proved right well, as I heard tell,

As they cam’ up o’er Loudon-hill.

Weel prosper a’ the gospel lads,

That are into the west countrie;

Ay wicked Claver’se to demean,

And ay an ill dead may he die!

For he’s drawn up i’battle rank.

An’ that baith soon and hastilie;

But they wha live till simmer come,

Some bludie days for this will see.