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3 The English General he did say,

We'll give the Highland lads fair play;

We'll sound our trumpets, and give huzza,

And waken them at Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

Says Livingston, I hold it best

To catch them lurking in their nest;

The Highlaud lads we will distress,

And hough them down at Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

So they were in their beds, sir, every one,

When the English army on them came,

And a bloody battle soon began,

Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

The English horse they were so rude,

They bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood,

Our noble clans they firmly stood,

Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.

But our noble clans they could not stay,

Out over the hills they ran away,

And sore they do lament the day

That ever they came to Crumdel.

Sing. &c.

Says great Montrose, I must not stay,

Wilt thou direct the nearest way,

Over the hills I'll go this day,

And see the Haughs of Crumdel.

Sing, &c.