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The Book of Scottish Song/The Auld Highlandman

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The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
edited by Alexander Whitelaw
The Auld Highlandman
2263260The Book of Scottish Song — The Auld Highlandman1843Alexander Whitelaw

The Auld Highlandman.

[James Hogg.—Tune, "Killiecrankie."]

Hersell pe auchty years and twa,
Te twenty-tird o' May, man;
She twell amang the Heelan hills,
Ayont the reefer Spey, man.
Tat year tey foucht the Sherra-muir,
She first peheld te licht, man;
Tey shot my father in tat stoure—
A plaguit, vexin spite, man.

I've feucht in Scotland here at hame,
In France and Shermanie, man;
And cot tree tespurt pluddy cons,
Beyond te 'Lantic sea, man:
But wae licht on te nasty cun,
Tat ever she pe porn, man;
Phile koot klymore te tristle caird,
Her leaves pe never torn, man.

Ae tay I shot, and shot, and shot,
Phane'er it cam' my turn, man;
Put a' te force tat I could gi'e,
Te powter wadna purn, man.
A filty loun cam' wi' his cun,
Resolvt to too me harm, man;
And wi' te tirk upon her nose
Ke me a pluddy arm, man.

I flang my cun wi' a' my micht,
And fellt his neepour teit, man;
Tan drew my swort, and at a straik
Hewt aff te haf o's heit, man.
Be vain to tell o' a' my tricks:
My oons pe nae tiscrace, man,
Ter no pe yin pehint my back,
Ter a' pefor my face, man.