Traditionary Version Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEB DDFG DHDI DHDI DJDJ KLDE FMDM GJNJ DEOL OLKE PBDB HJOJ BJQJ BIDI OERE OEBE HIDI SETE IEIE KHDA SHDE ISDS DDDD DLSE JHLEChild Part VI | A |
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As I came in by Dunidier | B |
An doun by Netherha | C |
There was fifty thousand Hielanmen | D |
A marching to Harlaw | E |
Chorus Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree | B |
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As I cam on an farther on | D |
An doun an by Balquhain | D |
Oh there I met Sir James the Rose | F |
Wi him Sir John the Gryme | G |
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O cam ye frae the Hielans man | D |
And cam ye a' the wey | H |
Saw ye Macdonell an his men | D |
As they cam frae the Skee | I |
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Yes me cam frae ta Hielans man | D |
An me cam a ta wey | H |
An she saw Macdonell an his men | D |
As they cam frae ta Skee | I |
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Oh was ye near Macdonell's men | D |
Did ye their numbers see | J |
Come tell to me John Hielanman | D |
What micht their numbers be | J |
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Yes me was near an near eneuch | K |
An me their numbers saw | L |
There was fifty thousand Hielanmen | D |
A marching to Harlaw | E |
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Gin that be true says James the Rose | F |
We'll no come meikle speed | M |
We'll cry upo our merry men | D |
And lichtly mount our steed | M |
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Oh no oh no quo' John the Gryme | G |
That thing maun never be | J |
The gallant Grymes were never bate | N |
We'll try what we can dee | J |
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As I cam on an farther on | D |
An doun an by Harlaw | E |
They fell fu close on ilka side | O |
Sic fun ye never saw | L |
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They fell fu close on ilka side | O |
Sic fun ye never saw | L |
For Hielan swords gied clash for clash | K |
At the battle o Harlaw | E |
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The Hielanmen wi their lang swords | P |
They laid on us fu sair | B |
An they drave back our merry men | D |
Three acres breadth an mair | B |
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Brave Forbes to his brither did say | H |
Noo brither dinna ye see | J |
They beat us back on ilka side | O |
An we'se be forced to flee | J |
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Oh no oh no my brither dear | B |
That thing maun never be | J |
Tak ye your good sword in your hand | Q |
An come your wa's wi me | J |
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Oh no oh no my brither dear | B |
The clans they are ower strang | I |
An they drive back our merry men | D |
Wi swords baith sharp an lang | I |
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Brave Forbes drew his men aside | O |
Said Tak your rest a while | E |
Until I to Drumminnor send | R |
To fess my coat o mail | E |
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The servan he did ride | O |
An his horse it did na fail | E |
For in twa hours an a quarter | B |
He brocht the coat o mail | E |
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Then back to back the brithers twa | H |
Gaed in amo the thrang | I |
An they hewed doun the Hielanmen | D |
Wi swords baith sharp an lang | I |
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Macdonell he was young an stout | S |
Had on his coat o mail | E |
And he has gane oot throw them a' | T |
To try his han himsell | E |
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The first ae straik that Forbes strack | I |
He garrt Macdonell reel | E |
An the neist ae straik that Forbes strack | I |
The great Macdonell fell | E |
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And siccan a lierachie | K |
I'm sure ye never sawe | H |
As wis amo the Hielanmen | D |
When they saw Macdonell fa | A |
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An whan they saw that he was deid | S |
They turnd and ran awa | H |
An they buried him in Legget's Den | D |
A large mile frae Harlaw | E |
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They rade they ran an some did gang | I |
They were o sma record | S |
But Forbes and his merry men | D |
They slew them a' the road | S |
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On Monanday at mornin | D |
The battle it began | D |
On Saturday at gloamin' | D |
Ye'd scarce kent wha had wan | D |
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An sic a weary buryin | D |
I'm sure ye never saw | L |
As wis the Sunday after that | S |
On the muirs aneath Harlaw | E |
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Gin anybody speer at ye | J |
For them ye took awa | H |
Ye may tell their wives and bairnies | L |
They're sleepin at Harlaw | E |
Andrew Lang
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