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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Killie-Crankie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Clavers and his Highlandmen<br>Came down upo' the raw, man,<br>Who being stout, gave mony a clout;<br>The lads began to claw then.<br>With sword and terge into their hand,<br>Wi which they were nae slaw, man,<br>Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh,<br>The lads began to claw then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stark,<br>She flang amang them a', man;<br>The butter-box got many knocks,<br>Their riggings paid for a' then.<br>They got their paiks, wi sudden straiks,<br>Which to their grief they saw, man:<br>Wi clinkum, clankum o'er their crowns,<br>The lads began to fa' then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hur skipt about, hur leapt about,<br>And flang amang them a', man;<br>The English blades got broken beads,<br>Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then.<br>The durk and door made their last hour,<br>And prov'd their final fa', man;<br>They thought the devil had been there,<br>That play'd them sic a paw then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Solemn League and Covenant<br>Came whigging up the hills, man;<br>Thought Highland trews durst not refuse<br>For to subscribe their bills then.<br>In Willie's name, they thought nag ane<br>Durst stop their course at a', man,<br>But hur-nane-sell, wi mony a knock,<br>Cry'd, 'Furich--Whigs awa',' man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sir Evan Du, and his men true,<br>Came linking up the brink, man;<br>The Hogan Dutch they feared such,<br>They bred a horrid stink then.<br>The true Maclean and his fierce men<br>Came in amang them a', man;<br>Nane durst withstand his heavy hand.<br>All fled and ran awa' then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh' on a ri, Oh' on a ri,<br>Why should she lose King Shames, man?<br>Oh' rig in di, Oh' rig in di,<br>She shall break a' her banes then;<br>With furichinish, an' stay a while,<br>And speak a word or twa, man,<br>She's gi' a straike, out o'er the neck,<br>Before ye win awa' then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh fy for shame, ye're three for ane,<br>Hur-nane-sell's won the day, man;<br>King Shames' red-coats should be hung up,<br>Because they ran awa' then.<br>Had bent their brows, like Highland trows,<br>And made as lang a stay, man,<br>They'd sav'd their king, that sacred thing,<br>And Willie'd ran awa' then.</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>