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 The English horse they were so rude,

They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood.

Our noble clans most firmly stood.

Upon the Haugh 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 hill I'll go this day

And see the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c

Alas my Lord you are not strong

You have scarcely got two thou-and 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

{em}}Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c