Page:Battle of Prestonpans (1).pdf/5

 5

Lieutenant Smith of Irish birth, frae wham he call’d for aid, Being full of dread lap o’er his held, and would not be gainsaid man.

He made such haste, sae spurr’d his beast, ’twas little there he saw man; To Berwick rade, falsely said, the Scots are rebels a’, man. But let that end for weel ’tis kend, his use and wont to lie, man ; The league is nought, he never sought, when he had room to flee man.

But gallant Rodger, like a sodger, stood and bravely fought man : lfm wae to tell at last he fell, but mae down wi' him brought man ; At point of death, wi’ his last breath, some standing round in ring, man, On’s back lying flat, he wav’d his hat, and cried God save the king man.

Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs, neglecting to pursue man, bout they fac’d, and in great haste, upon the booty flew man.