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 THE BATTLE OF ROSLIN.

Leave off your tittle tattle,

And I'll tell you of a battle,

Where claymore and targe did rattle,

At Roslin on the ſlee.

Ten thousand Scottish laddies,

Drest in their tartan plaidies,

With blue bonnets and

A pleasant sight to see.

Commanded by Sir Simon Frazer,

Who was as bold as Ceaser,

Great Alexander never

Could excel that hero bold.

And by brave Sir John Cummin,

When he saw the foes-a coming,

Set the bagpipes a-bumming,

Stand firm my hearts of gold.

Ten thousand English advancing,

See how their arms are glancing,

W'ell set them all a-dancing

At Roslin on the ſlee.

Like furies our brave Highlandmen,

Most nobly they engaged them,

On field they durst no longer stand,

They soon began to flee.

They rushed into the battle,

Made sword and targe to rattle,

Which made their foes to startle,

They fell dead on the ground.