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Child vol vii Early Edition Appendix	A
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Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch	B
Doun by the hill of Banochie	B
Allangst the lands of Garioch	B
Grit pitie was to heir and se	C
The noys and dulesum hermonie	D
That evir that dreiry day did daw	E
Cryand the corynoch on hie	F
Alas alas for the Harlaw	G
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I marvlit what the matter meant	H
All folks were in a fiery fariy	I
I wist nocht wha was fae or freind	J
Yet quietly I did me carrie	I
But sen the days of auld King Hairy	I
Sic slauchter was not hard nor sene	D
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy	I
For bissiness in Aberdene	D
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Thus as I walkit on the way	K
To Inverury as I went	H
I met a man and bad him stay	K
Requeisting him to mak me quaint	L
Of the beginning and the event	H
That happenit thair at the Harlaw	G
Then he entreited me to tak tent	H
And he the truth sould to me schaw	B
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Grit Donald of the Ysles did claim	M
Unto the lands of Ross sum richt	H
And to the governour he came	M
Them for to haif gif that he micht	H
Wha saw his interest was but slicht	H
And thairfore answerit with disdain	D
He hastit hame baith day and nicht	H
And sent nae bodward back again	D
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But Donald richt impatient	H
Of that answer Duke Robert gaif	N
He vow'd to God Omniyotent	H
All the hale lands of Ross to half	N
Or ells be graithed in his graif	N
He wald not quat his richt for nocht	H
Nor be abusit like a slaif	N
That bargin sould be deirly bocht	H
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Then haistylie he did command	H
That all his weir men should convene	D
Ilk an well harnisit frae hand	H
To melt and heir what he did mein	D
He waxit wrath and vowit tein	D
Sweirand he wald surpryse the North	O
Subdew the brugh of Aberdene	D
Mearns Angus and all Fyfe to Forth	O
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Thus with the weir men of the yles	C
Wha war ay at his bidding bown	D
With money maid with forss and wyls	C
Richt far and neir baith up and doun	D
Throw mount and muir frae town to town	D
Allangst the lands of Ross he roars	C
And all obey'd at his bandown	D
Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars	C
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Then all the countrie men did yield	H
For nae resistans durst they mak	P
Nor offer batill in the feild	H
Be forss of arms to beir him bak	P
Syne they resolvit all and spak	P
That best it was for thair behoif	N
They sould him for thair chiftain tak	P
Believing weil he did them luve	N
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Then he a proclamation maid	H
All men to meet at Inverness	C
Throw Murray land to mak a raid	H
Frae Arthursyre unto Spey ness	C
And further mair he sent express	C
To schaw his collours and ensenzie	C
To all and sindry mair and less	C
Throchout the bounds of Byne and Enzie	C
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And then throw fair Strathbogie land	H
His purpose was for to pursew	C
And whatsoevir durst gainstand	H
That race they should full sairly rew	I
Then he bad all his men be trew	I
And him defend by forss and slicht	H
And promist them rewardis anew	I
And mak them men of mekle micht	H
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Without resistans as he said	H
Throw all these parts he stoutly past	H
Where sum war wae and sum war glaid	H
But Garioch was all agast	H
Throw all these feilds be sped him fast	H
For sic a sicht was never sene	I
And then forsuith he langd at last	H
To se the bruch of Aberdene	I
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To hinder this prowd enterprise	C
The stout and michty Erl of Marr	I
With all his men in arms did ryse	C
Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar	I
And down the syde of Don richt far	I
Angus and Mearns did all convene	I
To fecht or Donald came sae nar	I
The ryall bruch of Aberdene	I
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And thus the martial Erle of Marr	I
Marcht with his men in richt array	I
Befoir his enemis was aware	I
His banner bauldly did display	I
For weil enewch they kent the way	I
And all their semblance well they saw	C
Without all dangir or delay	I
Come haistily to the Harlaw	I
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With him the braif Lord Ogilvy	N
Of Angus sheriff principall	I
The constable of gude Dunde	H
The vanguard led before them all	I
Suppose in number they war small	I
Thay first richt bauldlie did pursew	C
And maid thair faes befor them fall	I
Wha then that race did sairly rew	I
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And then the worthy Lord Salton	I
The strong undoubted Laird of Drum	Q
The stalwart Laird of Lawristone	I
With ilk thair forces all and sum	Q
Panmuir with all his men did cum	Q
The provost of braif Aberdene	I
With trumpets and with tuick of drum	Q
Came schortly in thair armour schene	I
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These with the Earle of Marr came on	I
In the reir ward richt orderlie	I
Thair enemies to sett upon	I
In awfull manner hardilie	I
Togither vowit to live and die	H
Since they had marchit mony mylis	C
For to suppress the tyrannie	I
Of douted Donald of the Ysles	C
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But he in number ten to ane	I
Right subtile alang did ryde	H
With Malcomtosch and fell Maclean	I
With all thair power at thair syde	H
Presumeand on their strenth and pryde	H
Without all feir or ony aw	C
Richt bauldie battil did abyde	H
Hard by the town of fair Harlaw	I
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The armies met the trumpet sounds	C
The dandring drums alloud did touk	P
Baith armies byding on the bounds	C
Till ane of them the feild sould bruik	P
Nae help was thairfor nane wald jouk	P
Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde	H
And on the ground lay mony a bouk	P
Of them that thair did battil byd	H
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With doutsum victorie they dealt	H
The bludy battil lastit lang	P
Each man fits nibours forss thair felt	H
The weakest aft tymes gat the wrang	P
Thair was nae mowis thair them amang	P
Naithing was hard but heavy knocks	C
That eccho mad a dulefull sang	P
Thairto resounding frae the rocks	C
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But Donalds men at last gaif back	P
For they war all out of array	I
The Earl of Marris men throw them brak	P
Pursewing shairply in thair way	I
Thair enemys to tak or slay	I
Be dynt of forss to gar them yield	H
Wha war richt blyth to win away	I
And sae for feirdness tint the feild	H
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Then Donald fled and that full fast	H
To mountains hich for all his micht	H
For he and his war all agast	H
And ran till they war out of sicht	H
And sae of Ross he lost his richt	H
Thocht mony men with hem he brocht	H
Towards the yles fled day and nicht	H
And all he wan was deirlie bocht	H
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This is quod he the richt report	H
Of all that I did heir and knaw	I
Thocht my discourse be sumthing schort	H
Tak this to be a richt suthe saw	C
Contrairie God and the kings law	C
Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude	H
Into the battil of Harlaw	C
This is the sum sae I conclude	H
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But yet a bonnie while abide	H
And I sall mak thee cleirly ken	I
What slaughter was on ilkay syde	H
Of Lowland and of Highland men	I
Wha for thair awin haif evir bene	I
These lazie lowns micht weil be spared	H
Chased like deers into their dens	C
And gat their wages for reward	H
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Malcomtosh of the clan heid cheif	N
Macklean with his grit hauchty heid	H
With all thair succour and relief	N
War dulefully dung to the deid	H
And now we are freid of thair feid	H
They will not lang to cum again	I
Thousands with them without remeid	H
On Donald's syd that day war slain	I
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And on the uther syde war lost	H
Into the feild that dismal day	H
Chief men of worth of mekle cost	H
To be lamentit sair for ay	H
The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay	Q
A man of micht and mekle main	I
Grit dolour was for his decay	H
That sae unhappylie was slain	I
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Of the best men amang them was	C
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy	N
The sheriff principal of Angus	C
Renownit for truth and equitie	H
For faith and magnanimitie	H
He had few fallows in the field	H
Yet fell by fatall destinie	I
For he naeways wad grant to yield	H
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Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap knicht	H
Grit constabill of fair Dunde	H
Unto the dulefull deith was dicht	H
The kingis cheif bannerman was he	N
A valiant man of chevalrie	I
Whose predecessors wan that place	C
At Spey with gude King William frie	I
'Gainst Murray and Macduncan's race	C
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Gude Sir Allexander Irving	P
The much renowit laird of Drum	Q
Nane in his days was bettir sene	I
When they war semblit all and sum	Q
To praise him we sould not be dumm	Q
For valour witt and worthyness	C
To end his days he ther did cum	Q
Whose ransom is remeidyless	C
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And thair the knicht of Lawriston	I
Was slain into his armour schene	I
And gude Sir Robert Davidson	I
Wha provost was of Aberdene	I
The knicht of Panmure as was sene	I
A mortall man in armour bricht	H
Sir Thomas Murray stout and kene	I
Left to the warld thair last gude nicht	H
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Thair was not sen King Keneths days	C
Sic strange intestine crewel stryf	N
In Scotland sene as ilk man says	C
Whare mony liklie lost thair lyfe	N
Whilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe	N
And mony childrene fatherless	C
Whilk in this realme has bene full ryfe	N
Lord help these lands our wrangs redress	C
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In July on Saint James his even	I
That four and twenty dismall day	H
Twelve hundred ten score and eleven	I
Of theirs sen Chryst the suthe to say	H
Men will remember as they may	H
When thus the ventie they knaw	I
And mony a ane may murn for ay	H
The brim battil of the Harlaw	C