The Battle Of Sherramoor

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