The Battle Of Harlaw Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Text of this ballad was sent to Professor Child by Mr C E Dalrymple of Kinaldie Aberdeenshire from whose version the printed variants Notes and Queries Third Series vii and Aytoun's Ballads of Scotland i have been more or less directly derivedA
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The ballad is one of those mentioned in The Complaynt of Scotland like the 'Hunttis of Chevet' see p of this volume It is again mentioned as being in print in but the latter may possibly refer to a poem on the battle afterwards printed in Allan Ramsay's Evergreen The fact that the present ballad omits all reference to the Earl of Mar and deals with the Forbes brothers who are not otherwise known to have taken part in the battle disposes Professor Child to believe that it is a comparatively recent balladB
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The Story The battle of Harlaw was fought on July Harlaw is eighteen miles north west of Aberdeen Dunidier a hill on the Aberdeen road and Netherha' is close at hand Balquhain is a mile south of Harlaw while Drumminnor is more than twenty miles away though the horse covered the distance there and back in 'twa hours an' a quarter'C
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The ballad is narrated by 'John Hielan'man' to Sir James the Rose derived from the ballad of that name given earlier in the present volume and Sir John the Gryme Graeme 'Macdonell' is Donald of the Isles who as claimant to the Earldom of Ross advanced on Aberdeen and was met at Harlaw by the Earl of Mar and Alexander Ogilvy sheriff of Angus It was a stubborn fight though it did not last from Monday to Saturday and Donald lost nine hundred men and the other party five hundredB
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Child finds a difficulty with the use of the word 'she' in despite 'me' in the two previous lines Had it been 'her ' the difficulty would not have arisenD
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THE BATTLE OF HARLAWE
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As I cam in by DunidierC
An' doun by Netherha'F
There was fifty thousand Hielan'menD
A marching to HarlawE
Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dreeC
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As I cam on an' farther onD
An' doun an' by BalquhainD
Oh there I met Sir James the RoseG
Wi' him Sir John the GrymeH
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'O cam ye frae the Hielan's manD
An' cam ye a' the weyI
Saw ye Macdonell an' his menD
As they cam frae the Skee '-
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'Yes me cam frae ta Hielan's manD
An' me cam a' ta weyI
An' she saw Macdonell an' his menD
As they cam frae ta Skee '-
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'Oh was ye near Macdonell's menD
Did ye their numbers seeJ
Come tell to me John Hielan'manD
What micht their numbers be '-
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'Yes me was near an' near eneuchK
An' me their numbers sawL
There was fifty thousan' Hielan'menD
A marchin' to Harlaw '-
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'Gin that be true ' says James the RoseG
'We'll no come meikle speedM
We'll cry upo' our merry menD
And lichtly mount our steed '-
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'Oh no oh no ' says John the GrymeH
'That thing maun never beJ
The gallant Grymes were never bateN
We'll try phat we can dee '-
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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 Hielan'men wi' their lang swordsP
They laid on us fu' sairC
An' they drave back our merry menD
Three acres breadth an' mairC
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Brave Forb s to his brither did sayI
'Noo brither dinna ye seeJ
They beat us back on ilka sideO
An' we'se be forced to flee '-
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'Oh no oh no my brither dearC
That thing maun never beJ
Tak' ye your good sword in your handQ
An' come your wa's wi' me '-
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'Oh no oh no my brither dearC
The clans they are ower strangR
An' they drive back our merry menD
Wi' swords baith sharp an' lang '-
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Brave Forb s drew his men asideO
Said 'Tak' your rest awhileE
Until I to Drumminnor sendS
To fess my coat o' mail '-
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The servant he did rideO
An' his horse it did na failE
For in twa hours an' a quarterC
He brocht the coat o' mailE
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Then back to back the brithers twaI
Gaed in amo' the thrangR
An' they hewed doun the Hielan'menD
Wi' swords baith sharp an' langR
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Macdonell he was young an' stoutT
Had on his coat o' mailE
An' he has gane oot throw them a'U
To try his han' himsellE
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The first ae straik that Forb s strackR
He garrt Macdonell reelE
An' the neist ae straik that Forb s strackR
The great Macdonell fellE
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An' siccan a lierachieK
I'm sure ye never sawL
As wis amo' the Hielan'menD
When they saw Macdonell fa'V
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An' whan they saw that he was deidT
They turn'd an' ran awaI
An' they buried him in Leggett's DenD
A large mile frae HarlawE
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They rade they ran an' some did gangR
They were o' sma' recordT
But Forb s an' his merry menD
They slew them a' the roadT
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On Monanday at mornin'D
The battle it beganD
On Saturday at gloamin'D
Ye'd scarce kent wha had wanD
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An' sic a weary buryin'D
I'm sure ye never sawL
As wis the Sunday after thatT
On the muirs aneath HarlawE
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Gin ony body speer at youW
For them ye took awa'I
Ye may tell their wives and bairniesL
They're sleepin' at HarlawE

Frank Sidgwick



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