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And skyrin tartan trews, man,
⟨when⟩ in the teeth they dar'd our whige,
And covenant true blues, man;
lines extended lang and large,
⟨the⟩ bayonets oppos'd the large,
⟨and⟩ thousands hasten'd to the charge,
(illegible text) Highland wrath they frae the charge,
(illegible text)ew blades o' death, till out o' breath,
They fled like frighted doos, man.
(illegible text)now, deil Tam, can that be true?
The chace gaed frae the north, man;
(illegible text)w myself they did pursue
The horsemen back to Forth man:
(illegible text)d at Dunblane in my ain sight
⟨They⟩ took the brig wi' a' their might,
(illegible text) straught to Stirling winged their flight;
(illegible text) cursed lot! the gates were 'shut;
(illegible text) mony a huntit poor red coat,
⟨For⟩ fear awaist did swarf, man,"
(illegible text) sister Kate cam up the gate,
Wi' crowdie unto me, man;
(illegible text)swore sho saw some rebels run,
⟨frae⟩ Perth unto Dundee, man:
(illegible text)ir left-hand general had nae skill,
(illegible text) Angus lads had mae good-will,
