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oor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man!" La, la, la, la, &c. My sister Kate cam up the gate Wi' crowdie unto me, man; She swoor she saw some rebels run To Perth unto Dundee, man; Their left-hand general had nae skill; The Angus lads had nae gude will That day their neibors' blude to spill; For fear, for foes, that they should lose Their cogs o' brose; they scar'd at blows, And hameward fast did flee, man. La, la, la, la, &c. They've lost some gallant gentlemen, Amang the Highland clans, man! I fear my Lord Panmure is slain, Or fallen in Whiggish hands, man, Now wad ye sing this double fight, Some fell for wrang, and some for right; But mony bade the world gude-night; Then ye may tell, how pell and mell, By red claymores, and muskets knell, Wi' dying yell, the Tories fell, And Whigs to hell did flee, man. La, la, la, la, &c. The Braes O' Killiecrankie Where hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? Whare hae ye been sae braw, lad? Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O? Chorus.--An ye had been whare I hae been, Ye wad na been sae cantie, O; An ye had seen what I hae seen, I' the Braes o' Killiecrankie, O. I faught at land, I faught at sea, At hame I faught my Auntie, O; But I met the devil an' Dundee, On the Braes o' Killiecrankie, O. An ye had been, &c. The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr, An' Clavers gat a clankie, O; Or I had fed an Athole gled, On the Braes o' Killiecrankie, O. An ye had been, &c. Awa' Whigs, Awa' Chorus.--Awa' Whigs, awa'! Awa' Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam' like a frost in June, An' wither'd a' our posies. Awa' Whigs, &c. Our ancient crown's fa'en in the dust-- Deil blin' them wi' the stoure o't! An' write their names in his black beuk, Wha gae the Whigs the power o't. Awa' Whigs, &c. Our sad decay in church and state Surpasses my descriving: The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse, An' we hae done wi' thriving. Awa' Whigs, &c. Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap, But we may see him wauken:
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