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To Berwick rade and falsely said,
the Scots até rebels a’ man:
But let that end for well ’ti kend,
his use and wont lo lie man;
The league is nought he never sought,
when he had room to flee man.
But gallant Rodger, like a sodger,
stood and bravely fought man:
I’m wae to tell at last he fell,
but mae down wi’ him brought man:
At point of death, wi’ his last breath
(some standing round in ring man)
On’s back lying flat he waved his hat,
and cried God save the king man.
Some Highland rogues like hungry dogs,
neglecting to pursue man,
About they fac’d and in great haste
upon the booty flew man.
And they as gain, for all their pain
are deck’d wi’ spoils o‘ war man;
Fu’ bauld I can tell how her nainsel‘,
wat neler sae pra' pefore man.
At the thorn tree, which you may see,
bewest the Meadow-mill man,
There mony slain lay on the plains;
