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They bore the gree in frie fighting,
And ne'er were flack their swords to draw.
And ne'er were flack their swords to draw.
They wan the day wi' Wallace wight;
They were the lords o' the south countrie;
Cheer up your hearts, brave cavaliers,
Till the gallant Grahams come o'er the sea.
They were the lords o' the south countrie;
Cheer up your hearts, brave cavaliers,
Till the gallant Grahams come o'er the sea.
At the Gouk-head, where their camp was set,
They rade the white horse and the gray,
A' glancing in their plated armour,
As the gowd shines in a summer's day.
They rade the white horse and the gray,
A' glancing in their plated armour,
As the gowd shines in a summer's day.
But woe to Hacket, and Strachan baith,
And ever an ill death may they die,
For they betrayed the gallant Grahams,
That ay were true to Majesty.
And ever an ill death may they die,
For they betrayed the gallant Grahams,
That ay were true to Majesty.
Now fare ye weel, sweet Ennerdale,
Baith kith and kin that I could name:
O I would sell my silken snood
To see the gallant Grahams come hame.
Baith kith and kin that I could name:
O I would sell my silken snood
To see the gallant Grahams come hame.
The elder Graham, who led the unconquered clans of Scotland against the Romans and provincial Britons, is thus celebrated by Jonston:
Graemus
Quisquis es, antiquos feu Britto vindicet ortus,
Scotia seu patrio te ferat ore suum
Ipse tuus semper, tibi tuque simillimus, idem es;
Teque unum Patriæ dicit uterque Patrem[1].
Quisquis es, antiquos feu Britto vindicet ortus,
Scotia seu patrio te ferat ore suum
Ipse tuus semper, tibi tuque simillimus, idem es;
Teque unum Patriæ dicit uterque Patrem[1].
- ↑ Joh. Jonstoni Heroes Scot. p. 3.
