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LAVERS and his Highlandmen,
 * came down upon the row, man,

Who being stout, gave mony a shout,
 * the lads began claw then.

Wi' sword and targe into her hand,
 * wi which they were not slaw, man,

Wi' mony a fearful heavy sigh,
 * the lads began to claw then.

O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stank,
 * she flang amang them a' man;

The butter-box got mony knocks,
 * their rigging paid for a' then.

They got their paiks wi' sudden straiks,
 * which to their grief they saw man.

Wi' clinkum—clankum o'er their crowns,
 * the lads began to fa' man.

Her skipt abontabout [sic], her leapt about, and flang amang them a' man: