The Battle Of Prestonpans

The Chevalier, being void of fear

Did march up Birsle brae, man

And through Tranent ere he did stent

As fast as he could gae, man

While General Cope did taunt and mock

Wi' mony a loud hurra, man

But 'ere next morn proclaim'd the cock

We heard anither craw, man

The bluff dragoons swore, blood and oons!

They'd make the rebels run man,

And yet they flee when us they see

And when I fire a gun, man

They turn'd their backs, their foot they break

Such terror seiz'd them a', man

Some wet their cheeks, some fyl'd their breeks

And some for fear did fa', man

Smith made sic haste, he spurr'd his beast

'Twas little there he saw, man

To the borders rade, and falsely said

The Scots were rebels a', man

O'er Sourtra Hill, ere he stood still

Before he tasted meat, man

Troth, he may brag of his swift nag

That bore him aff sae fleet, man

At yon' thorn tree, where you may see

Bewest the meadows mill, man

There mony slain lay on the plain

The clans pursuing still, man

Sic unco hacks, and deadly whacks

I never saw the like, man

Lost hands and heads cost them their deads

That fell at Preston dyke, man