| As I cam in by Dunidier And doon by Netherha', There were fifty thoosand Hieland men Cam mairchin' tae Harlaw. Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree A dree dree drumtie dra. As I cam on and further on And doon and by Harlaw, They fell fu' close on ilka side; Sic fun ye never saw. They fell fu' close on ilka side; Sic fun ye never saw, For Hieland swords gied clash for clash At the battle o' Harlaw. Brave Forbes tae his brither did say, "Noo brither, dinna ye see? They beat us back on ilka side, And we'll be forced tae flee." "O no, o no, my brither dear, That thing maun never be; Tak ye your gude sword in your hand And come your wa's wi' me." Then back tae back the brithers twa Gaed in amang the thrang, And they hewed doon the Hieland men Wi' swords baith sharp and lang. MacDonal, he was young and stout, Had on his coat o' mail, And he has gane oot through them a' Tae try his hand himsel'. The first ae strake that Forbes strack, He gart MacDonal reel; The niest ae strake that Forbes strack, The great MacDonal fell. On Monaday, at mornin', The battle it began; On Saturday, at gloamin', Ye'd scarce ken wha had wan. Gin onybody spier at ye For them ye took awa', Ye may tell their wives and bairnies They're sleepin' at Harlaw. |
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