BATTLE OF HARLAW. II
Theſe lazie lowas micht weil beſpaird,
Cheſſit lyke Deirs into thair dens,
And gat thair waiges for rewaird.
XXIV.
Malcom toſh of the clan heid chief,
Macklean with his grit hauchty heid,
With all thair ſuccour and relief,
war dulefully dung to the deid ;
And now we are freid of thair feid,
They will not lang to cum again ;
thouſands with them without remeid,
On Donald's ſyd that day war flain,
XXV.
And on the uther ſyde war loſt,
into the feild that diſmal day,
Chief men of worth (of mekle coſt)
to be lamentit fair for ay.
the Lord Saltoun of Rothemay,
A man of micht and mekle main;
grit dolour was for his decay,
That ſae unhappylie was ſlain.
XXVI.
Of the beſt men amang them was,
the gracious gude Lord Ogilvy,
The Sheriff Principal of Angus;
renownit for truth and equitie,
for faith and magnanimitie;
