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 We cannot longer stand their fire, Tho' it be sore against my desire, To leave their glens in the morning. 21. Yon are the lads we dare not mock, We find them firm like any rock, So they ran like a fudgy cock, And left their glens in the morning. 22. Yon are the lads have made us yield. We're forc'd to run and seek for bield, And leave them masters o' the field. Among Noghty glens in the morning. 23. So they cried, Come back here bold M B Your powder and ball do never hain, But try the battle for to gain, Among Noghty glens in the morning. 24. Come back, M B and hoist your flag: And try the highland lads to brag, And we'll put wind in our highland bag, And play you a spring in the morning. 25. Come hoist your flag, and up the hill, We'll meet you Sir, with right good will, We'll try your courage and your skill, To survey our glens in the morning, 26. You thought you would make us all poor slaves, And hurry some of us to our graves, And beat our stands just all in staves. Among Noghty glens in the morning. 27. But you'll find we're highland lads, and young, At fighting we were never dung, Tho' we had nought but hazel rung, To meet your lads in the morning. 28. But I give advice here to M B, That nearer home he should remain, Don't venture, for the sake of gain. To survey these hills in the morning. 29. Burn no more Bothies in Mount Sack, Case the mist come on, and you win not back, But be forced to lodge in some peat stack, Among Noghty glens in the morning.