'Mangst a' the gang nane bade the bang
But twa, and ane was tane, man;50
For Campbell rade, but [Myrie] staid,
And sair he paid the kain, man;
Fell skelps he got, was war than shot,
Frae the sharp-edg'd claymore, man;
Frae many a spout came running out55
His reeking-het red gore, man.
But Gard'ner brave did still behave
Like to a hero bright, man;
His courage true, like him were few
That still despised flight, man;60
For king and laws, and country's cause,
In honour's bed he lay, man;
His life, but not his courage, fled,
While he had breath to draw, man.
And Major Bowle, that worthy soul,65
Was brought down to the ground, man;
His horse being shot, it was his lot
For to get mony a wound, man:
[Lieutenant Smith], of Irish birth,
Frae whom he call'd for aid, man,70
Being full of dread, lap o'er his head,
And wadna be gainsaid, man.
He made sic haste, sae spur'd his beast,
'Twas little there he saw, man;
To Berwick rade, and safely said,75
The Scots were rebels a', man.
But let that end, for well 'tis kend
His use and wont to lie, man;
The Teague is naught, he never faught,
When he had room to flee, man.80
And Caddell drest, amang the rest,
With gun and good claymore, man,
On gelding grey he rode that way,
With pistols set before, man;
The cause was good, he'd spend his blood,85
Before that he would yield, man;
But the night before, he left the cor,
And never fac'd the field, man.
But gallant Roger, like a soger,
Stood and bravely fought, man;90
I'm wae to tell, at last he fell,
But mae down wi' him brought, man:
At point of death, wi' his last breath,
(Some standing round in ring, man,)
On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat,95
And cry'd, God save the King, man.
Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs,
Neglecting to pursue, man,
About they fac'd, and in great haste
Upon the booty flew, man;100
And they, as gain for all their pain,
Are deck'd wi' spoils of war, man;
Fu' bald can tell how hernainsell
Was ne'er sae pra before, man.