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 6 And they as gain, for all their pain, are decked wi' spoils o' war man ; Fu' pauld can tell fu’ her rainsell, was ne'er sae pra’ pefore man.

At the thorn tree, which you may see, bewest the Meadow- ill man, There mony slain lay on the plain, the clans pursuing still man : Sic unco backs and deadly whaks, I never saw the like man ; Lost hands and heads cost them their deeds, that fell at Preston dyke man.

That afternoon when a’ was done; I gade to see the fray man; But I had widst what after past, I’d better staid awa man. On Seston sands wi' nimble hands, they pick’d my pockets bare man ; But I wish ne er to prie sic fear, for u' the sum and mair man.

OF A’ THE AIR IS THE WIND CAN BLAW

Of a’ the airts the wind car blaw, I dearly like the west For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lass that I lo’e best.