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 JHLE

Child Part VIA
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As I came in by DunidierB
An doun by NetherhaC
There was fifty thousand HielanmenD
A marching to HarlawE
Chorus Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dreeB
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As I cam on an farther onD
An doun an by BalquhainD
Oh there I met Sir James the RoseF
Wi him Sir John the GrymeG
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O cam ye frae the Hielans manD
And cam ye a' the weyH
Saw ye Macdonell an his menD
As they cam frae the SkeeI
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Yes me cam frae ta Hielans manD
An me cam a ta weyH
An she saw Macdonell an his menD
As they cam frae ta SkeeI
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Oh was ye near Macdonell's menD
Did ye their numbers seeJ
Come tell to me John HielanmanD
What micht their numbers beJ
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Yes me was near an near eneuchK
An me their numbers sawL
There was fifty thousand HielanmenD
A marching to HarlawE
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Gin that be true says James the RoseF
We'll no come meikle speedM
We'll cry upo our merry menD
And lichtly mount our steedM
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Oh no oh no quo' John the GrymeG
That thing maun never beJ
The gallant Grymes were never bateN
We'll try what we can deeJ
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As I cam on an farther onD
An doun an by HarlawE
They fell fu close on ilka sideO
Sic fun ye never sawL
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They fell fu close on ilka sideO
Sic fun ye never sawL
For Hielan swords gied clash for clashK
At the battle o HarlawE
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The Hielanmen wi their lang swordsP
They laid on us fu sairB
An they drave back our merry menD
Three acres breadth an mairB
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Brave Forbes to his brither did sayH
Noo brither dinna ye seeJ
They beat us back on ilka sideO
An we'se be forced to fleeJ
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Oh no oh no my brither dearB
That thing maun never beJ
Tak ye your good sword in your handQ
An come your wa's wi meJ
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Oh no oh no my brither dearB
The clans they are ower strangI
An they drive back our merry menD
Wi swords baith sharp an langI
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Brave Forbes drew his men asideO
Said Tak your rest a whileE
Until I to Drumminnor sendR
To fess my coat o mailE
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The servan he did rideO
An his horse it did na failE
For in twa hours an a quarterB
He brocht the coat o mailE
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Then back to back the brithers twaH
Gaed in amo the thrangI
An they hewed doun the HielanmenD
Wi swords baith sharp an langI
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Macdonell he was young an stoutS
Had on his coat o mailE
And he has gane oot throw them a'T
To try his han himsellE
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The first ae straik that Forbes strackI
He garrt Macdonell reelE
An the neist ae straik that Forbes strackI
The great Macdonell fellE
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And siccan a lierachieK
I'm sure ye never saweH
As wis amo the HielanmenD
When they saw Macdonell faA
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An whan they saw that he was deidS
They turnd and ran awaH
An they buried him in Legget's DenD
A large mile frae HarlawE
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They rade they ran an some did gangI
They were o sma recordS
But Forbes and his merry menD
They slew them a' the roadS
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On Monanday at morninD
The battle it beganD
On Saturday at gloamin'D
Ye'd scarce kent wha had wanD
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An sic a weary buryinD
I'm sure ye never sawL
As wis the Sunday after thatS
On the muirs aneath HarlawE
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Gin anybody speer at yeJ
For them ye took awaH
Ye may tell their wives and bairniesL
They're sleepin at HarlawE

Andrew Lang



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