In Falkirk yard, you’ll read his name,
Interr’d hard by Sir John the Grahame.
All who Militia were suspected,
To catch that day was not neglected,
And hundreds more, I you assure,
Who came to see their Falkirk-muir,
Ev’n for such curiosity
Were brought into much misery.
Being driven north to Inverness,
Their cold and hunger I can’t express: