KILLYCHRANKIE  
To be sung with its own proper Tune.  

CLAVERS and his Highland men,  
came down upon the Raw then  
Who being stout gave many Clout  
The Lads began to claw then,  
with Sword and Targets ●n their Hands,  
wherewith ●hey were not slow then  
And Cl●nk▪ m Clankim on their Crowns  
the Lads began to claw then   

2  
O'er brink and Bank o'er d●●ch and stank,  
her st●k among them a then  
The Butter Box g●● many knocks  
their Riggars peyed for a then▪  
They got their pakes with sudden strikes,  
which to their grief the● saw then  
And double double upon ●heir Rumps  
the lads beg●n to 〈◊〉 then   

3  
Her Skipped about, and leaned about  
her ●l●g among them a then,  
The English blades got broken Heads,  
their Crowns her ●●ave in twa then,  
The Du●k and Door, made their last hour,  
such was their final fa● then,  
They thought the Devil had been there  
that gave them such a ●aw then.   

4  
Jack Presbyter and's Covenant,  
came Whigging up the Hill, then,  
Thought High land Tr●ws, would not refuse  
for to subscribe his Bill then,  
In Willies name, he thought na one  
would stop the Deed at a, then,  
But her n●ne ●el Sh●ck, with many knock,  
cried, Wherry whigs aw●, then,   

5  
Sir Hugh M●do● with his Men true,  
came Skipping o'er the Brink, then,  
The Hogan 〈◊〉, that feared such,  
they 〈◊〉 a horrid stink then,  
The true Mcleab, his gate ha● g●ne,  
an● came up●n a raw, than  
None could withstand his heavy hand  
he strake with such a paw then▪   

6  
Oh on o Ri, oh no o Ri,  
why should w● lose King James then,  
O rigen die, O rigen die!  
her break all them, Banes, then  
●ure n●●● but st●y a while;  
to speak a word or twa, then,  
And take a strake upon him's neck,  
before him gang away, then,   

7  
Fie for shame him's twa for ane,  
and yet hers win the day, then,  
King James Red Coats should be hanged up  
because they fled way, then,  
Had be●t him's Brows like Highland truces  
and made as long a stay, then,  
Her kept hered King that Sacred thing,  
and Willy had gone away, then   

8  
Now Shentlemen and Caveleers,  
come join with her nane sell, then,  
For to root out the Dutch Recruit,  
and ding them down to Hell then  
We'●l meet at ●ne for our King James;  
and think it no great pain then  
To set him on his Royal Throne  
let each man have his ain then    

An ANSWER to KILLYCHRANKIE  
To be sung with the Tune of Kill●chrankie.  

YOU Highland men with Tongue and Pen  
what need you so to boast then,  
At Killichrankie what you won,  
it was unto your loss then,  
My Lord Dundee the best of ye,  
into the Fields did f● then,  
And great Pitcurr, fell in a suit  
who could not win away then▪   

2  
And at Du●kel, right fast you fell,  
though you thought well to win then,  
But fie for shame I scarce can tell,  
how to the Hills you ran then.  
O Fur 〈◊〉 nish, but stay a while,  
to speak a word or twa then,  
With ●●ket truces, and heavy news,  
unto the Hills you draw then,   

3  
At Crombd●l-hill, you got your fill,  
for you we did not spate then,  
To best your Bone till o'er the stones;  
you ran with Buttoks bore then,  
And many crak behind your back,  
sensyne we never saw then,  
Your Fool's face hath little Grace,  
can do no good at a then;   

4  
The Buchan Lairds like unto Cards,  
planted on Athole hills then,  
Together came, to make a shame;  
thinking to get their will then;  
At Aberdeen they did come in,  
but there they durst not stay then,  
Nor make attempt for fear that Hemp:  
at length their necks should draw then   

5  
From Aberdeen in haste they hy●▪  
unto Donoter, came then,  
Where Earl of Marchal then did lie,  
a Man of worthy fame then,  
And General Buchan did def●nd,  
his House that they might have there  
But he so bravely did demand,  
That they proved but like Knaves there,   

6  
They hoist up sail, and turned their tail  
and strait towards the North then.  
And for to join to get some Coin,  
fra● the Earl of Seaforth then  
But he was wiser than they thought;  
and never thinks to part sua,  
With what he got by his good lot,  
like Fools from thence their way gay.   

7  
Thet's Fre●de●●●s Lord, and Oliphant,  
and Duglass them all three there;  
We have bereaved them of their holds  
no more now they can ●o there.  
And Davie Graham thinks meikle shame  
With the Earl of Dunkel then  
And turncoat Pet, looks now to bleat  
himself he's like to hang then   

8  
Dumfermling drives his spur-galled Horse  
and Buchan whips with wand then,  
Cannon like a weary Corss  
follows up the Band then,  
My lord Seaforth flies frae the North  
unto the Court to dwell there  
He's made a swear for many Year,  
he never will Rebel mair.