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 Nigh Plymouth harbour, where they lay,

The wind did blow moſt diſmally!

By a boiſterous ſea the ſhip was drove,

By cruel Fortune I loſt my love!

You widows, and you fatherleſs,

Come mourn with me in my diſtreſs;

Their mothers to their fathers cries,

We have loſt our ſons in the Ramalies!





are ſteep and green,

Where flocks and herds are to be ſeen,

Ilk farm o’erflows with milk galore,

From Meikle-Binn to Carron-ſhore.

As ye come in by Tackmedown,

Upon the road to Stirling town,

There Carron-bridge moſt ſtately ſtands,

Which ſhows the worth of maſons’ hands.

Sir John the Graham. of gallant fame,

In Scotland honour'd is his name,

His dwelling was on Carron-braes,

Great honour ſtill unto the place.

Great Wallace, Knight of Elderſlie,

With gallant Graham in company,