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 But Donald jumpit owre the burn,

An a ware an aith she wadna turn,

Or sure she wad hae cause to mourn;

Then fast away did flee man.

O had you seen that dunt o' death!

we ran until we tint our breath,

Aye looking back for fear of skaith

Wi‘ hopeless shining e‘e man.

But Britian ever may deplore

That day upon Drumossie moor

whar thousands taen war drench'd in gore,

Or hang’d outowr a tree man,

O, Cumberland, what mean'd ye then

To ravage ilka Highland glen?

Our crime was truth an love to ane;

we had nae spite at thee man.

An you or yours may yet be glad

To trust the honest Highland lad;

The bonnet blue an belted plaid

Will stand the last o' three man.

