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 Like furies our brave Highlandmen,

Most boldly they engaged them,

On field they durst no longer stand,

They soon began to flee.

They rusht into the battle,

Made sword and targe to rattle.

Which made their toes to startle.

They fell dead on the ground.

Our army gave a loud huzza,

Our Highland lads have won the day.

On field they durst no longer stay,

See how the cowards run.

This battle was no sooner over,

Than ten thousand of the other,

Came marching in good order,

Most boldly for to fight.

Their colours were displaying,

Their horse foaming and braying.

Their generals are saying,

We’ll soon put them to flight.

But our bowmen gave a volley,

Made them repent their folly,

They soon turn’d melancholy.

And stagger’d to and fro.

Our spearmen then engaged

Their rage they soon assuaged,

Like lions our Heroes raged,

Dealt death at every blow.

For one hour and a quarter,

There was a bloody slaughter.