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• Artiste: Barbara Dickson
• Titre: The Battle Of Prestonpans
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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