Tranent Muir - The Tannahill Weavers

The chevalier being void o' fear

Did march up Birsle Brae, man

And through Tranent e’er he did stent

As fast as he could gae, man

While General Cope did taunt and mock

Wie manies a loud hurrah, man

But e’er next morn proclaimed the cock

We heard another craw, man

The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell

Led Cameron on in cloods, man

The mornin' fair and clear the air

They loosed wie devilish thuds, man

The guns they threw and swords they drew

And soon did chase them aff, man

On Seaton’s craft they burst their chafts

And gart them run like daft, man

The bluff dragoons swore blood and oons

They’d mak' the rebels run, man

And yet they flee when them they see

And winnae fire a gun, man

They turned their backs, the fit tae crack

Such terror siezed them a', man

Some wet their cheeks, some fyled their breeks

And some for fear did fa', man

Fear did fa', man

Fear did fa', man

Smith made sic' haste sae spurred his beast

'Twas little there he saw, man

Tae Berwick rade and safely said

«The Scots were rebels a', man»

O’er Soutra Hill ere he stood still

Afore he tasted meat, man

Lang may he brag o' his swift nag

That bore him aff sae fleet, man

But Gardner brave did still behave

Like to a hero bright, man

His courage true, like him were few

That still despised the flight, man

Ah for king and laws and country’s cause

In honour’s bed did fa', man

His life but not his courage fled

While he had breath tae draw, man

At yon thorn tree that you may see

Bewest the meadow mill, man

There’s many slain lie on the plain

The clans pursuing still, man

Sic unco whacks and deadly hacks

I never saw the likes, man

Lost hands and heids cost them their deeds

That fell near Preston Dyke, man