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4 To catch them lurking in their nest, The Highland lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel, &c

So they were in bed. 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 hooves in Highland blood, Our noble clans most firmly stood, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c.

But our noble clans they could not stay, Out o'er the hill's they ran away; And sore they do lament the day, That e'er they came to Crumdel Sing, &c.

Says great Montrose I must not stay, For o'er the hills I'll go this day, So direct to me the nearest way. And see the Haughs of Crumdel, Sing, &c.

Alas my Lord you are not strong, You've scarcely got two thousand men, There's twenty thousand on the plain, Lies rank and file at Crumdel, Sing, &c:

Says great Montrose I will not stay, So direct to me the nearest way,