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The Englifh blades got; broken heads, their heads were clev’d in twa then.
The durk and dour made their laft hour, and prov’d their final fa’ man, They ’hought the devil had been there, that play’d them fic a paw man.
The folemn league and covenant, came whigging up the hill man ; Thought Hijjh’andtlrew* dnrl not refat, for to fubfcribe their bill then.
In Willy’s name they thought naet ane, durft flop their courfe at a' man; But her tanfel' wi muny a knock; cry’d F'urifh-fighs awa’ man
Sir Evan Du, and his men true, , c-me linking up he brink man, The (illegible text) Dutch they feand fuch, they bred a horrid kick then.
The true M Clean hand is fierce men, came in amang them a’ man, Nane ourft withland his heavy hand, all flad and ran awa’ then.
