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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 cluds O 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 will That day their neebors` bluid to spill; For fear, by foes, that they should lose Their 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` knell How Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell Flew off in frightened bands, man! La, la, la, la, etc. tune: Cameronian Rant (308) filename[ SHRRAMUR play.exe SHRRAMUR ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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