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The Battle Of Sherramoor

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The Battle of Sherra-moor (Robert Burns)`O, cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi` me, man?Or were ye at the Sherra-moor, Or did the battle see, man?``I saw the battle, sair and teugh,And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh;My heart, for fear, gae sough for sough,To hear the thuds, and see the cludsO clans frae woods, in tartan duds, Wha glaum`d at kingdoms three, man. La, la, la, la, etc.`The red-coat lads wi black cockauds, To meet them were na slaw, man;They rush`d and push`d, and bluid outgush`d, And monie a bouk did fa`, man!The great Argyle led on his files,I wat they glanc`d for twenty miles;They hough`d the clans like nine-pin kyles,They hack`d and hash`d, while braid-swords clashed,And thro they dash`d, and hew`d and smash`d, Till fey men died awa, man. La, la, la, la, etc.`But had ye seen the philibegs, And skyrin tartan trews, man;When in the teeth they daur`d our Whigs, And Covenant trueblues, man! In lines extended lang and large, When baig`nets o`erpower`d the targe,And thousands hasten`d to the charge,Wi` Highland wrath and frae the sheath Drew blades o` death, till, out o` breath. They fled like frightened dows, man!` La, la, la, la, etc.`O how Deil, Tam, can that be true ? The chase gaed frae the north, man!I saw mysel, they did pursue The horseman back to Forth, man:And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,They took the brig wi` a` their might,And straught to Stirling wing`d their flight;But, cursed lot! the gates were shut,And monie a huntit poor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man!` La, la, la, la, etc.My sister Kate came up the gate Wi` crowdie unto me, man:She swoor she saw some rebels run To Perth and to Dundee, man!Their left-hand general had nae skill;The Angus lads had nae good willThat day their neebors` bluid to spill;For fear, by foes, that they should loseTheir cogs o brose; they scar`d at blows, And hameward fast did flee, man. La, la, la, la, etc.`They`ve lost some gallant gentlemen, Amang the Highland clans, man!I fear my Lord Panmuir is slain, Or in his en`mies`hands, man.Now wad ye sing this double flight,Some fell for wrang, and some for right,But monie bade the world guid-night;Say, pell and mell, wi muskets` knellHow Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell Flew off in frightened bands, man! La, la, la, la, etc.tune: Cameronian Rant (308)filename[ SHRRAMURplay.exe SHRRAMURARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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