# Famous battle fought on the Sherriff Muir, on the 13th day of November, 1715/Famous battle fought on the Sherriff Muir, on the 13th day of November, 1715

THE
BATTLE OF SHERIFFMUIR.
There's ſome ſay that we wan, Some ſay that they wan; Some ſay that nane wan at a' manː But one thing I'm ſure, "That on Sheriffmuir A battle was there, which I ſaw, manː And we ran, and they ran; And they ran, and we ran: And we ran, and they ran awa', man.
Brave Argyle and Belhaven; Not frighted like L—n, Which Rothes and Haddington fa, manː For they all with Wightman, Advanc'd on the right, man, While others took fright, being raw, manː And we ran, &c.
Lord Roxburgh was there, In order to ſhare With Douglaſs, who ſtood not in aw, manː Volunteerly to ramble, With Lord Loudon Campbell Brave Iſlay did ſuffer for a', manː And we ran, &c.
​Sir John Shaw, that great Knight, With broad-ſword moſt bright, On horſe-back he brightly did charge, An hero that's bold, (man: None could him withold: He ſtoutly encounter'd the targe-men. And we ran, &c.
For the cowardly Whittam, For fear they ſhould cut him. Seeing glittering broad-ſwords, with a paw, man; And that in great thrang Made Baird Edicang, And from the brave Clans ran awa', man. And we ran, &c.
Brave Mar and Panmuir Were firm, I am ſure: The latter was kidnapt awa', man; With briſle men about, Brave Hury retook His brother, and laught at them a', man. And we ran, &c.
Brave Marſhull and Lithgow, And Glengary's pith too, Aſſiſted by brave Login, man; ​And Gordon, the bright, So boldly did fight, The red coats took flight, and awa', manː And we ran, &c.
Strathmore and Clanronald, Cry'd ſtill, Advance Donald, Till both theſe heroes did fa', man! For there was ſuch haſhing, And broad-ſwords a-claſhing, Brave Forfar himſelf got a claw, man. And we ran, &c.
Lord Perth ſtood the ſtorm, Seaforth but luke-warmː Kilſyth and Strathallan not ſla', man; And Hamilton pled The men was not bred, For he had no fancy to fa', man. And we ran, &c.
Brave gen'rous Southeſk, Tullibardin was briſk, Whoſe father indeed would not draw, manː Into the ſame yoke, Which ſerv'd for a cloak, To keep the eſtate 'twixt them twa, manː And we ran, &c.
​Lord Rollo not fear'd, Kintore and his beard; Pitſligo and Ogilvie a' man; And brothers Balfours, They flood the firſt ſhourge Clackmannan and Burleigh did claw, man, And we ran, &c.
But Cleppan acted pretty, And Struwan the witty, A Poet that pleaſes us a', man: For mine is but rhyme, In reſpect of what's fine, Or what he is able to draw, man: So we ran, &c.
For Huntly and Sinclair, They both play'd the tinclar, With conſciences black like a craw, man; Some Angus and Fife men They ran for their life, man, And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a', man. And we ran, &c.
Then Lowrie the traitor, Who betray'd his maſter, His king and his country, and a', man, ​Pretended Mar might Give over to fight, To the right of the army awa', man. And we ran, &c.
There Lowrie, for fear Of what he might hear, Took Drummond's beſt horſe, and awa', manː Inſtead of going to Perth, He croſſed the Frith, Alongſt Stirling-bridge, and awa', man. And we ran, &c.
To London he preſt, And there he addreſt, That he behav'd beſt of them a', man; And there, without ſtrife, He ſettled for life, With a hundred a-year to his fa', man. And we ran, &c.
In Barrowſtounneſs He reſides with diſgrace, Till his neck ſtand in need of a draw, man, And then in a teather He'll ſwing from a ladder, A go off the ſtage with a fa', man. And we ran, &c.
​Rob Roy ſtood watch On a hill, for to catch The booty, for ought that I'ſaw, man; For he never runch'd From the place he was ſtaunchd, Till no more to do there at a', man. And we ran, &c.
So we all took the flight, And Moubray, the wright; Bat Lethern the ſmith was a braw man, For he took the gout, Which truly was wit, Judging it time to withdraw, man. And we run, &c.
And Trumpet Marine, Whoſe breeks were not clean, Thro' misfortune he happen'd to fa', man; By ſaving his neck His trumpet did break, Came off without muſic at a', man. And we ran, &c.
So there was ſuch a race, Was ne'er in that place, And as little Chace was at a' man; From other they ran, Without tuck of drum, ​They did not make uſe of a paw, man: And we ran, and they ran; And they ran, and we ran; And we ran, and they ran awa', man.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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