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 But our noble Clans they cold 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.

Alas! my Lord, you are not strong

You've scarcely got two thousand men

There is twenty thousand on the plain

Lies rank and file in Crumdel.Sing &c.

Says great Montrose, I will not stay

So direct me to the nearest way,

For over the hills I‘ll go this day

And see the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c

They were at dinner every man,

When great Montrose upon them came,

And a second battle soon began

Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.

The Grants, M‘Kenzies and M‘Kay

As soon as Montrose they did espy

They stood and fought most manfully

Upon the Haughs of Cromdel.Sing &c.

The M'Donolds they returned again

The Camerons did their standard join

M'Intoshes played a bonny game

Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.