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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Harlaw--Evergreen Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,<br>Doun by the hill of Banochie,<br>Allangst the lands of Garioch.<br>Grit pitie was to heir and se<br>The noys and dulesum hermonie,<br>That evir that dreiry day did daw!<br>Cryand the corynoch on hie,<br>Alas! alas! for the Harlaw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I marvlit what the matter meant;<br>All folks were in a fiery fariy:<br>I wist nocht wha was fae or freind,<br>Yet quietly I did me carrie.<br>But sen the days of auld King Hairy,<br>Sic slauchter was not hard nor sene,<br>And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,<br>For bissiness in Aberdene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus as I walkit on the way,<br>To Inverury as I went,<br>I met a man, and bad him stay,<br>Requeisting him to mak me quaint<br>Of the beginning and the event<br>That happenit thair at the Harlaw;<br>Then he entreited me to tak tent,<br>And he the truth sould to me schaw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grit Donald of the Ysles did claim<br>Unto the lands of Ross sum richt,<br>And to the governour he came,<br>Them for to haif, gif that he micht,<br>Wha saw his interest was but slicht,<br>And thairfore answerit with disdain.<br>He hastit hame baith day and nicht,<br>And sent nae bodward back again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But Donald richt impatient<br>Of that answer Duke Robert gaif,<br>He vow'd to God Omniyotent,<br>All the hale lands of Ross to half,<br>Or ells be graithed in his graif:<br>He wald not quat his richt for nocht,<br>Nor be abusit like a slaif;<br>That bargin sould be deirly bocht.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then haistylie he did command<br>That all his weir-men should convene;<br>Ilk an well harnisit frae hand,<br>To melt and heir what he did mein.<br>He waxit wrath and vowit tein;<br>Sweirand he wald surpryse the North,<br>Subdew the brugh of Aberdene,<br>Mearns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus with the weir-men of the yles,<br>Wha war ay at his bidding bown,<br>With money maid, with forss and wyls,<br>Richt far and neir, baith up and doun,<br>Throw mount and muir, frae town to town,<br>Allangst the lands of Ross he roars,<br>And all obey'd at his bandown,<br>Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then all the countrie men did yield;<br>For nae resistans durst they mak,<br>Nor offer batill in the feild,<br>Be forss of arms to beir him bak.<br>Syne they resolvit all and spak,<br>That best it was for thair behoif,<br>They sould him for thair chiftain tak,<br>Believing weil he did them luve.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then he a proclamation maid,<br>All men to meet at Inverness,<br>Throw Murray land to mak a raid,<br>Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness.<br>And further mair, he sent express,<br>To schaw his collours and ensenzie,<br>To all and sindry, mair and less,<br>Throchout the bounds of Byne and Enzie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then throw fair Strathbogie land<br>His purpose was for to pursew,<br>And whatsoevir durst gainstand,<br>That race they should full sairly rew.<br>Then he bad all his men be trew,<br>And him defend by forss and slicht,<br>And promist them rewardis anew,<br>And mak them men of mekle micht.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Without resistans, as he said,<br>Throw all these parts he stoutly past,<br>Where sum war wae, and sum war glaid,<br>But Garioch was all agast.<br>Throw all these feilds be sped him fast,<br>For sic a sicht was never sene;<br>And then, forsuith, he langd at last<br>To se the bruch of Aberdene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To hinder this prowd enterprise,<br>The stout and michty Erl of Marr<br>With all his men in arms did ryse,<br>Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar:<br>And down the syde of Don richt far,<br>Angus and Mearns did all convene<br>To fecht, or Donald came sae nar<br>The ryall bruch of Aberdene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And thus the martial Erle of Marr<br>Marcht with his men in richt array;<br>Befoir his enemis was aware,<br>His banner bauldly did display.<br>For weil enewch they kent the way,<br>And all their semblance well they saw:<br>Without all dangir or delay,<br>Come haistily to the Harlaw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With him the braif Lord Ogilvy,<br>Of Angus sheriff principall,<br>The constable of gude Dunde,<br>The vanguard led before them all.<br>Suppose in number they war small,<br>Thay first richt bauldlie did pursew,<br>And maid thair faes befor them fall,<br>Wha then that race did sairly rew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then the worthy Lord Salton,<br>The strong undoubted Laird of Drum,<br>The stalwart Laird of Lawristone,<br>With ilk thair forces all and sum.<br>Panmuir with all his men, did cum,<br>The provost of braif Aberdene,<br>With trumpets and with tuick of drum,<br>Came schortly in thair armour schene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These with the Earle of Marr came on,<br>In the reir-ward richt orderlie,<br>Thair enemies to sett upon;<br>In awfull manner hardilie,<br>Togither vowit to live and die,<br>Since they had marchit mony mylis,<br>For to suppress the tyrannie<br>Of douted Donald of the Ysles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But he, in number ten to ane,<br>Right subtile alang did ryde,<br>With Malcomtosch, and fell Maclean,<br>With all thair power at thair syde;<br>Presumeand on their strenth and pryde,<br>Without all feir or ony aw,<br>Richt bauldie battil did abyde,<br>Hard by the town of fair Harlaw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The armies met, the trumpet sounds,<br>The dandring drums alloud did touk,<br>Baith armies byding on the bounds,<br>Till ane of them the feild sould bruik.<br>Nae help was thairfor, nane wald jouk,<br>Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde,<br>And on the ground lay mony a bouk<br>Of them that thair did battil byd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With doutsum victorie they dealt,<br>The bludy battil lastit lang;<br>Each man fits nibours forss thair felt,<br>The weakest aft-tymes gat the wrang:<br>Thair was nae mowis thair them amang,<br>Naithing was hard but heavy knocks,<br>That eccho mad a dulefull sang,<br>Thairto resounding frae the rocks.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But Donalds men at last gaif back,<br>For they war all out of array:<br>The Earl of Marris men throw them brak,<br>Pursewing shairply in thair way,<br>Thair enemys to tak or slay,<br>Be dynt of forss to gar them yield;<br>Wha war richt blyth to win away,<br>And sae for feirdness tint the feild.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then Donald fled, and that full fast,<br>To mountains hich for all his micht;<br>For he and his war all agast,<br>And ran till they war out of sicht;<br>And sae of Ross he lost his richt,<br>Thocht mony men with hem he brocht;<br>Towards the yles fled day and nicht,<br>And all he wan was deirlie bocht.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This is (quod he) the richt report<br>Of all that I did heir and knaw;<br>Thocht my discourse be sumthing schort,<br>Tak this to be a richt suthe saw:<br>Contrairie God and the kings law,<br>Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude,<br>Into the battil of Harlaw:<br>This is the sum, sae I conclude.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But yet a bonnie while abide,<br>And I sall mak thee cleirly ken<br>What slaughter was on ilkay syde,<br>Of Lowland and of Highland men,<br>Wha for thair awin haif evir bene;<br>These lazie lowns micht weil be spared,<br>Chased like deers into their dens,<br>And gat their wages for reward.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Malcomtosh, of the clan heid-cheif,<br>Macklean with his grit hauchty heid,<br>With all thair succour and relief,<br>War dulefully dung to the deid;<br>And now we are freid of thair feid,<br>They will not lang to cum again;<br>Thousands with them, without remeid,<br>On Donald's syd, that day war slain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And on the uther syde war lost,<br>Into the feild that dismal day,<br>Chief men of worth, of mekle cost,<br>To be lamentit sair for ay.<br>The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay,<br>A man of micht and mekle main;<br>Grit dolour was for his decay,<br>That sae unhappylie was slain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of the best men amang them was<br>The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy,<br>The sheriff-principal of Angus,<br>Renownit for truth and equitie,<br>For faith and magnanimitie;<br>He had few fallows in the field,<br>Yet fell by fatall destinie,<br>For he naeways wad grant to yield.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap, knicht,<br>Grit constabill of fair Dunde,<br>Unto the dulefull deith was dicht;<br>The kingis cheif bannerman was he,<br>A valiant man of chevalrie,<br>Whose predecessors wan that place<br>At Spey, with gude King William frie<br>'Gainst Murray, and Macduncan's race.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gude Sir Allexander Irving,<br>The much renowit laird of Drum,<br>Nane in his days was bettir sene<br>When they war semblit all and sum.<br>To praise him we sould not be dumm,<br>For valour, witt, and worthyness;<br>To end his days he ther did cum<br>Whose ransom is remeidyless.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And thair the knicht of Lawriston<br>Was slain into his armour schene,<br>And gude Sir Robert Davidson,<br>Wha provost was of Aberdene:<br>The knicht of Panmure, as was sene,<br>A mortall man in armour bricht,<br>Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene,<br>Left to the warld thair last gude nicht.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thair was not sen King Keneths days<br>Sic strange intestine crewel stryf<br>In Scotland sene, as ilk man says,<br>Whare mony liklie lost thair lyfe;<br>Whilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe,<br>And mony childrene fatherless,<br>Whilk in this realme has bene full ryfe:<br>Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In July, on Saint James his even,<br>That four and twenty dismall day,<br>Twelve hundred, ten score and eleven<br>Of theirs sen Chryst, the suthe to say,<br>Men will remember, as they may,<br>When thus the ventie they knaw,<br>And mony a ane may murn for ay,<br>The brim battil of the Harlaw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a></strong></div>