Whoy, Heaster, where deavil's thou gwoing, Thou❜lt droyve the ould creature to dead; Hould still the cart till I conseyder,— Gyang, take the ould yaud bee the head. Whoy, Twommy mon, what wast thou saying? If thou'lt swear unto all thou hast tould me, "I'll swear unto all I has tould thee, That this is our TRUE SOVEReign Keyng; There never was house so ill gueydit, The thoughts of these hworrid meale weeyming They're the clans of the Nworth, honest Josey, As brave men as ever had breath; They've ta'en the hard seyde of the quorrel, To stand by the reyght until death. They have left all their feythers and mwothers, Their weyves and their sweethearts and all, And their heames, and their dear little bearnies, With their true prince to stand or to fall.” 'Oh, Gwod bless their sowls, honest fellows! Lword, Twommy! I's crying like mad! I dwont know at all what's the matter, Hoy, Heaster! thou fusionless hussey, Tworn back the yaud's head towards heame; Get wop on the twop of the panniels, And dreyve back the rwod that thou keame. Now, Twommy, I's dwone leyke mee betters, I's changed seydes, and sey let that stand, And, more than mwost gentles can say for, I've changed both with heart and with hand; And, since this lad is OUR TRUE Sovering, And I'll feyght for him too, should he need it, Can any true swobject do less ?" "Now geave me theyne hand, honest Josey, I'll give thee a quart of good brown, And we'll dreynk to the health of Prince Charles, And every true man to his own." RED CLAN-RANALD'S MEN Is likewise a pretended transcript from the "Dwomony's beuk," and relates to the skirmish on Clifton Moor, on the 18th of December, 1745, where a party of M'Donalds, left to guard the baggage, so gallantly repulsed two regiments of cavalry, killing one hundred and fifty of them, and wounding more, while the Highlanders lost only twenty-four in all. THERE'S news-news-gallant news, That Caril disna ken, joe; There's gallant news of tartan trews, There has been blinking on the bent, And slashing on the fell, joe; The red-coat sparks hae got their yerks, But Caril darena tell, joe. The prig dragoons they swore by 'zoons But when they fand the Highland brand, And had the frumpy frowardDuke, Wi' a' his brags o' weir, joe, But met our Charlie hand to hand, Had English might stood by the right, We darena say the right's the right, Afore I saw our rightfu' prince We'll drink the toast ye ken, joe, And add, beside, the Highland plaid, And red Clan-Ranald's men, joe. |