THE 
 
 BATTLE of ROSUN 
 
 FOUGHT ON THE 
 
 Plains of Roslin, 13 
 
 AND 
 
 28 
 
 REMARKS 
 O.V GLASGOW. 
 
 GLASGOW; 
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THE BATTLE OF RGSLIV. 
 
 Leave o(7 your tittle tattle, 
 Arid I'll tell you of a battle, 
 Where claymore and targe did ratt 
 
 At Roslin on the Lefe. 
 Ten thousand Scottish laddie?, . 
 Drest in their tartan plaid ie 
 With blue bonnets and . cockadies, 
 
 A pleasant sight to see. 
 
 Commanded by Sir Simon Frazer, 
 Who was as bold as Caesar, 
 Great Alexander never 
 
 Could exceed that hero bold. 
 And by brave Sir John Cummin, 
 When he saw the foes a coming, 
 Set the bagpipes a bumming, 
 
 Stand firm my hearts of gold. 
 
 Ten thousand English advancing, 
 See how their arms are glancing, 
 We'll set ♦hem all a dancing 
 
 At Roslin on the Lee, 
 Like furies our brave Highlandiflea, 
 Most nobly they engaged them, 
 On field they durst no longer stand, 
 
 They soon began to flee. 
 
 They rushed into the battle, 
 Made sword and targe to rattle, 
 
W/flich made their foes to startle, 
 
 They fell dead on the ground* 
 O/ur army gave, a loud huzza, 
 i fair Highland lads have won the day, 
 Qu field they durst no longer sia y, 
 See how the cowaids run. 
 
 Yh;s battle was no sooner over, 
 Than ten thousand of the other, 
 Came marching in good order, 
 
 Most boldly for to fight. 
 Their colours were displaying. 
 'Their horse foaming and braving 
 "Their Generals are saying 
 
 We'll soon put them to flight. 
 
 JBut our bowmen gave a volley, 
 Made them repent their folly, 
 They soon turned melancholy, 
 
 And staggered to and fro. 
 Our spearmen then engaged, 
 Tlieir rage they soon assuaged, 
 Xike lions our heroes raged, 
 
 Dealt deatji at every blow. 
 
 For one hour and a quarter, 
 There was a bloody slaughter, 
 Till ihe enemies cried for quarter, 
 
 And in confusion flee. 
 Our general says, don't pursue, 
 Ten thousand more are come in view, 
 Take courage lads, our hearts aie true, 
 And beat your enemies. 
 
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 Then thinking for to cross us, 
 They rallying all their forces, 
 Both of foot and horses, 
 
 To make the Inst at tempt. 
 The Scots cried out with bravery, 
 We disdain their English knavery, 
 We'll ne'er be brought to slave, y 
 
 Till our last blood be spent. 
 
 With fresh courage they did engage, 
 And manfully made for the charge, 
 With their broad swords and their taige, 
 
 Most boldly then they stood. 
 The third battle it was very sore, 
 Thousands lay reeking in their gore, 
 The like was never done before, 
 
 The fields did swim vyith blood. 
 
 The English could no longer stay, 
 J 11 great confusion fled away, 
 And sore they do lament the day, 
 
 That they came there to fight. 
 Cummin cried, chase them, do not spare, 
 Quick as the hound does chase the haie, 
 And many one ta'en prisoner, 
 
 That day upon the flight. 
 
 The Douglas, Campbells, and the Hays, 
 And Gordons horn the river Spey 5 
 So boldly as they fought that day, 
 With the brave Montgomcrie, 
 The Kers and Murray s of renown, 
 \. The Kiths, Boyds, and Hamilton, 
 
Th<.y brought their foes down to the ground 
 "'And Sught with bravery. 
 
 Sound, sound the music, sound it, 
 Let hills and dales resound it, *" 
 Fill up the glass and rouud wi't, 
 
 In praise of our heroes Doid. 
 It' ^Scotsmen -were always true, 
 WV'.I make our enemies fo ruo, 
 But alas I we're not all true blue, 
 
 As we were in efnjs ot old. 
 
 JOHN MIGHLANDMAN'S REMARKS 
 
 ON GLASGOW. 
 
 Her nuiusel into Glasgow went, 
 
 An errand thereto see't, 
 ■ And she never saw a bonnier town 
 Standing on her feet. 
 
 For a' the houses that be tere 
 
 Was theekit wi' blue stane, 
 Ana a stane ladder to gang up, 
 
 No fa' to break her banes. 
 
 I gang upon a stany road, 
 
 A street they do him ca' 
 And when me seek the chapman's house, 
 
 His name be on the wa'. 
 
 I gang to buy a snish tamback, 
 Arid standing at the corse, 
 
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 Aad tere I see a dead man, 
 Was riding on bis horse. 
 
 And. O ! he be a poor man, 
 
 And no hae monv claes, 
 Te brogues be worn aff his feet. 
 
 And me bee a' ins taes. 
 
 IV horse had up his rnuekle fn 
 
 Foe to gie me a shap, 
 A'i*d giving wi' his great mouth 
 
 To grip me by the tap. 
 
 He had a staff into his hand, 
 To fjght me an' he coud, 
 
 Bat hersel be riri aw a frae him, 
 His horse be unco proud. 
 
 &ut I be rin around about. 
 And stand about the jruavd, 
 
 Where I see the deil chap the hours. 
 Tan me grew unco feared. 
 
 OJjon ! Ohon S her nainsel said, 
 And whare will me 20 rin ? 
 
 For yonder be the black man 
 That burns the fouk for sin. 
 
 1*11 no pe stay nae langer tere, 
 
 But last me rin awa, 
 And see the man thrawin te rapes 
 
 Aside tc Broomielaw. 
 
An' O 'she pe a larig tedder, 
 I spier' t what they'll do wi't. 
 
 He said to hari& the MiLddandmen 
 For stealing's' their meat. 
 
 Hqut, hersel's an honest shentlema*, 
 
 I never yet did steal, 
 But wheni'meet a muckle purse, 
 
 1 like it unco wcel. 
 
 Tan fare ye weel ye saucy fellow, 
 I fain your skin wad pay ; 
 
 I Cam to your town the mom but, 
 An' Fll gang out yesterday. 
 
 Fan I gang to my quarter-house, 
 The door was unco braw, 
 
 For here they had a cow's husband? 
 Was pricked on the wa\ 
 
 0 tere me got a si 2 a pin ale. 
 An' ten me got a supper, 
 
 A filthy choud o' fchappk meat 
 Boiled a man 2; a butter, 
 
 it was a filthy dirt a* beef, 
 His banes was like te horn* 
 
 She was a call wanting the skin, 
 Before that she was born. 
 
 1 gang awa into the kirk 
 
 To hear a Lawiand preach, 
 And me>ny a bonny sang they sing* 
 Tore books they did them teach-. 
 
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 And tere I saw a bonny mattam, 
 Wi' feathers on her waim, 
 
 1 wonder an' she be gauii to flee. 
 Or what be in her myn. 
 
 Another majtams follovv her, 
 
 Wha's arse was round like cogs ! 
 
 And clitter clatter cries her feet — 
 She had on iron brogues. 
 
 And tere I saw another mattam 
 
 Into a tarry seek, 
 And twa mans pe carry her, 
 
 Wi' rapes about hims neck. 
 
 She pe sae fou o' vanity, 
 As no gang on the grun, 
 
 But twa poor mans pe carry her 
 In a barrow covert aboon. 
 
 Some had a fish-tail to their mouth. 
 
 And some pe had a ponnet, 
 But my Janet and Donald's wife 
 
 Wad rather hae a bannock. 
 
 FINIS*