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 Set the bag pipes a booming Stand firm my hearts of gold. Ten thousand English advancing, See how their arms are glancing, We'll set them all a dancing, At Rosline on the Lee. Like furies our brave Highlanders Most boldly they engaged them, On field they durst no lonner stand, They then began to flee. They rusht into the battle, Made sword and targe to rattle Which made their foes to startle, The 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 turned melancholy, And stagger'd to and fro. Our spearmen they engaged Their rage they soon asswaged, Like lions our Heroes raged, Dealt death at every blow. For one hour and a quarter, Their was a bloody slaughter,