Roy Williamson / TradGeneral Cope led
frae behind to keep his men in order
When the English ran he was in the van and first
across the border
The Chevalier being void o' fear did
march up Birsle Brae, man
Through Tranent ere he did stent as fast as he
could gae, man
General Cope did taunt and mock wi' many a loud
huzza, man
But ere next morn proclaimed the dawn we heard
another craw, man
The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell,
led Camerons on in clouds, man
The morning fair and clear the air, they loose'd
wi' devilish thuds, man
Doon guns they threw and swords they drew, soon
they chased them off, man
On Seaton Crafts they buffet their chafts and
gar'd them run like daft, man
Now Cadell? dressed in among the rest
wi' gun and guid claymore, man
A gelding grey he rade that day wi' pistols set
before, man
The cause was good, he'd spend his blood before
that he would yield, man
But the night before he left the core and never
faced the field, man
Now Simpson keen to clear his een o'
rebels far and round, man
Did never strive wi' pistols five but galloped
wi' the throng, man
On (?) Hill there he stood still before he tasted
meat, man
Troth he may brag o' his swift nag that bore him
off so fleet, man
The bluff Dragoon swore blood and
'oons they'd mak' the rebels run, man
Yet they flee when them they see and winnae fire
a gun, man
They turn'd their back, their foot they brak',
terror seiz'd them a', man
Some wet their cheeks, some filled their breeks
and some for fear did fa', man
As sung by The Corries