The Battle Of Harlaw--evergreen Version Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Frae Dunidier as I cam throuchA
Doun by the hill of BanochieA
Allangst the lands of GariochA
Grit pitie was to heir and seB
The noys and dulesum hermonieC
That evir that dreiry day did dawD
Cryand the corynoch on hieE
Alas alas for the HarlawF
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I marvlit what the matter meantG
All folks were in a fiery fariyH
I wist nocht wha was fae or freindI
Yet quietly I did me carrieH
But sen the days of auld King HairyH
Sic slauchter was not hard nor seneC
And thair I had nae tyme to tairyH
For bissiness in AberdeneC
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Thus as I walkit on the wayJ
To Inverury as I wentG
I met a man and bad him stayJ
Requeisting him to mak me quaintK
Of the beginning and the eventG
That happenit thair at the HarlawF
Then he entreited me to tak tentG
And he the truth sould to me schawA
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Grit Donald of the Ysles did claimL
Unto the lands of Ross sum richtG
And to the governour he cameL
Them for to haif gif that he michtG
Wha saw his interest was but slichtG
And thairfore answerit with disdainC
He hastit hame baith day and nichtG
And sent nae bodward back againC
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But Donald richt impatientG
Of that answer Duke Robert gaifM
He vow'd to God OmniyotentG
All the hale lands of Ross to halfM
Or ells be graithed in his graifM
He wald not quat his richt for nochtG
Nor be abusit like a slaifM
That bargin sould be deirly bochtG
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Then haistylie he did commandG
That all his weir men should conveneC
Ilk an well harnisit frae handG
To melt and heir what he did meinC
He waxit wrath and vowit teinC
Sweirand he wald surpryse the NorthN
Subdew the brugh of AberdeneC
Mearns Angus and all Fyfe to ForthN
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Thus with the weir men of the ylesB
Wha war ay at his bidding bownC
With money maid with forss and wylsB
Richt far and neir baith up and dounC
Throw mount and muir frae town to townC
Allangst the lands of Ross he roarsB
And all obey'd at his bandownC
Evin frae the North to Suthren shoarsB
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Then all the countrie men did yieldG
For nae resistans durst they makO
Nor offer batill in the feildG
Be forss of arms to beir him bakO
Syne they resolvit all and spakO
That best it was for thair behoifM
They sould him for thair chiftain takO
Believing weil he did them luveM
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Then he a proclamation maidG
All men to meet at InvernessB
Throw Murray land to mak a raidG
Frae Arthursyre unto Spey nessB
And further mair he sent expressB
To schaw his collours and ensenzieB
To all and sindry mair and lessB
Throchout the bounds of Byne and EnzieB
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And then throw fair Strathbogie landG
His purpose was for to pursewB
And whatsoevir durst gainstandG
That race they should full sairly rewH
Then he bad all his men be trewH
And him defend by forss and slichtG
And promist them rewardis anewH
And mak them men of mekle michtG
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Without resistans as he saidG
Throw all these parts he stoutly pastG
Where sum war wae and sum war glaidG
But Garioch was all agastG
Throw all these feilds be sped him fastG
For sic a sicht was never seneH
And then forsuith he langd at lastG
To se the bruch of AberdeneH
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To hinder this prowd enterpriseB
The stout and michty Erl of MarrH
With all his men in arms did ryseB
Even frae Curgarf to CraigyvarH
And down the syde of Don richt farH
Angus and Mearns did all conveneH
To fecht or Donald came sae narH
The ryall bruch of AberdeneH
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And thus the martial Erle of MarrH
Marcht with his men in richt arrayH
Befoir his enemis was awareH
His banner bauldly did displayH
For weil enewch they kent the wayH
And all their semblance well they sawB
Without all dangir or delayH
Come haistily to the HarlawH
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With him the braif Lord OgilvyM
Of Angus sheriff principallH
The constable of gude DundeG
The vanguard led before them allH
Suppose in number they war smallH
Thay first richt bauldlie did pursewB
And maid thair faes befor them fallH
Wha then that race did sairly rewH
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And then the worthy Lord SaltonH
The strong undoubted Laird of DrumP
The stalwart Laird of LawristoneH
With ilk thair forces all and sumP
Panmuir with all his men did cumP
The provost of braif AberdeneH
With trumpets and with tuick of drumP
Came schortly in thair armour scheneH
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These with the Earle of Marr came onH
In the reir ward richt orderlieH
Thair enemies to sett uponH
In awfull manner hardilieH
Togither vowit to live and dieG
Since they had marchit mony mylisB
For to suppress the tyrannieH
Of douted Donald of the YslesB
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But he in number ten to aneH
Right subtile alang did rydeG
With Malcomtosch and fell MacleanH
With all thair power at thair sydeG
Presumeand on their strenth and prydeG
Without all feir or ony awB
Richt bauldie battil did abydeG
Hard by the town of fair HarlawH
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The armies met the trumpet soundsB
The dandring drums alloud did toukO
Baith armies byding on the boundsB
Till ane of them the feild sould bruikO
Nae help was thairfor nane wald joukO
Ferss was the fecht on ilka sydeG
And on the ground lay mony a boukO
Of them that thair did battil bydG
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With doutsum victorie they dealtG
The bludy battil lastit langO
Each man fits nibours forss thair feltG
The weakest aft tymes gat the wrangO
Thair was nae mowis thair them amangO
Naithing was hard but heavy knocksB
That eccho mad a dulefull sangO
Thairto resounding frae the rocksB
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But Donalds men at last gaif backO
For they war all out of arrayH
The Earl of Marris men throw them brakO
Pursewing shairply in thair wayH
Thair enemys to tak or slayH
Be dynt of forss to gar them yieldG
Wha war richt blyth to win awayH
And sae for feirdness tint the feildG
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Then Donald fled and that full fastG
To mountains hich for all his michtG
For he and his war all agastG
And ran till they war out of sichtG
And sae of Ross he lost his richtG
Thocht mony men with hem he brochtG
Towards the yles fled day and nichtG
And all he wan was deirlie bochtG
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This is quod he the richt reportG
Of all that I did heir and knawH
Thocht my discourse be sumthing schortG
Tak this to be a richt suthe sawB
Contrairie God and the kings lawB
Thair was spilt mekle Christian bludeG
Into the battil of HarlawB
This is the sum sae I concludeG
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But yet a bonnie while abideG
And I sall mak thee cleirly kenH
What slaughter was on ilkay sydeG
Of Lowland and of Highland menH
Wha for thair awin haif evir beneH
These lazie lowns micht weil be sparedG
Chased like deers into their densB
And gat their wages for rewardG
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Malcomtosh of the clan heid cheifM
Macklean with his grit hauchty heidG
With all thair succour and reliefM
War dulefully dung to the deidG
And now we are freid of thair feidG
They will not lang to cum againH
Thousands with them without remeidG
On Donald's syd that day war slainH
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And on the uther syde war lostG
Into the feild that dismal dayG
Chief men of worth of mekle costG
To be lamentit sair for ayG
The Lord Saltoun of RothemayP
A man of micht and mekle mainH
Grit dolour was for his decayG
That sae unhappylie was slainH
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Of the best men amang them wasB
The gracious gude Lord OgilvyM
The sheriff principal of AngusB
Renownit for truth and equitieG
For faith and magnanimitieG
He had few fallows in the fieldG
Yet fell by fatall destinieH
For he naeways wad grant to yieldG
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Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap knichtG
Grit constabill of fair DundeG
Unto the dulefull deith was dichtG
The kingis cheif bannerman was heM
A valiant man of chevalrieH
Whose predecessors wan that placeB
At Spey with gude King William frieH
'Gainst Murray and Macduncan's raceB
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Gude Sir Allexander IrvingO
The much renowit laird of DrumP
Nane in his days was bettir seneH
When they war semblit all and sumP
To praise him we sould not be dummP
For valour witt and worthynessB
To end his days he ther did cumP
Whose ransom is remeidylessB
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And thair the knicht of LawristonH
Was slain into his armour scheneH
And gude Sir Robert DavidsonH
Wha provost was of AberdeneH
The knicht of Panmure as was seneH
A mortall man in armour brichtG
Sir Thomas Murray stout and keneH
Left to the warld thair last gude nichtG
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Thair was not sen King Keneths daysB
Sic strange intestine crewel stryfM
In Scotland sene as ilk man saysB
Whare mony liklie lost thair lyfeM
Whilk maid divoM

Andrew Lang



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