A proper new Ballad, Entitled The Gallant GRAHAMES.  
To its own proper Tune; I will away, and I will not stay, etc.  
BEtrayed me, how can this be;  
even by day light upon a day,  
I met Prince Charles our Royal King,  
and all the Grahames in their array;  
They were well d●est in Armour keen  
upon the pleasant Banks of Tay  
Before a King they might been seen  
those gallant Grahames in their array.  
I have no Gold, I have no Land,  
nor have I pearl nor precious stone,  
But I will sell my silken sneed  
to see the Grhames but welcome home.  
To speak of those Grahames I think it best  
they're men amongst good Company,  
Into the Lands where we did walk  
they're Lords into the South Country,  
Th●y wan the praise in Wallace days,  
for the Summer Flower d●d never spring  
As the gallant Grahames in Armour clear  
did then appear before their King.  
At the Gouk-head we set our Camps,  
our Leaguer down there for to stay,  
Upon a dainty Summer's day,  
we road our white H●rse and our Grace  
For they were then in Armour sheen,  
as Gold shines on a Summer's day  
The gallant Grahames were assembled there  
before King Charles his Majesty.  
I'll crown them night, I'll crown them day,  
and above great Lords of high degree:  
For all the Lo●ds that I have seen,  
the Grahames are the bravest Company.  
As I came by the Bunches Pa●k,  
I heard my true L●ves Si●●er's Son,  
We ●ous'd our Cannons on every side,  
even for the honour of our King.  
Our false Commanders hath betrayed our Prince  
and sold him to his Enemy,  
By a Nobleman to Cromwell then,  
so I care not what th●y do to me.  
For he strives to subdue the Land,  
and over England to be King:  
Fair Scotland by him to be governed,  
and over the Nations for to reign.  
They ha●e betrayed our noble Prince,  
and banished him from his Royal Crown,  
But the gallant Grahames have ta'en in hand  
for to command that Tra●tor Lown.  
Now Dalgatie was stout and bold,  
co●ragious in high degree:  
But for the Cavaliers they were all sold,  
And young Harthill a Cavileer too,  
Nathaniel Gordon, both stout and keen,  
Newtoun Gordon, Burd alone;  
Up●n the Green he might been seen,  
for a braver Face was never born,  
A braver man was never born  
neither in Kent nor Christendom:  
To fight now for his Royal King,  
Lord give his Enemies their doom.  
At Cobble heugh where we did advance,  
our Parliament there for to stay:  
But our Nobles then were banished off  
at Glenyla then where we took the way,  
Glen prosen, where we Rendezvoused,  
to Glen  we marched, both night & day,  
And of Bredalbine we took the Town,  
and met the campbel's in array.  
Ten thousand men in Armour strong  
did meet the gallant Grahames to play,  
At Inverlochie where they began,  
and about two Thousand men were they.  
And though their number did far exceed  
the gallant Grahames upon that day:  
Yet their hearts were true, they did not fear  
to meet the campbel's in their deray:  
For the gordon's then did give a wheel  
to face the campbel's door that day,  
Who from their friends fled faraback,  
unto their Enemy's for ever and ay.  
Gallant Montrose then that Chiftain bold,  
courageous in high degree;  
Did for his K●ng fight valiantly,  
the Lord preserve his Majesty.  
Now far you well you Innerda●e,  
Lord Keith and kindred I bid adieu,  
And I shall away, and I will not stay  
to some uncouth Land that I never knew.  
To wear the Blue I think it best,  
by any colour that I see.  
Cheer up your hearts brave Cavaliers,  
for the Grahames are gone to Germany.  
To France & Flanders where they did advance  
and Germany who gave them fame:  
For my Lord Abayn is to the Sea,  
young Huntly is his noble name.  
He went to France for his Royal King  
King Charles then and above degree;  
We'll give the honour to the noble Grahames,  
for they are a brave Company.  
Montrose then our Chiftain bold,  
to Scotland free is come again:  
For to redeem fair Scotland's Land,  
the pleasant, gallant, worthy Grahame.  
At the water of Eusdale they did begin  
and fought a Battle to an end;  
Where there was killed for our noble King  
two thousand of our Danish men.  
Sir Gilbert Menzies, and of high degree,  
the King's Baron bold was born:  
For a brave Cavileer was he,  
but now into the glore he's gone:  
The King's Banner in his hand he bore,  
for he was a brave valiant man:  
Betrayed he was upon a night  
by Colonel Hacket and Strachan then,  
Woe to thee Colonel Hacket now,  
and Strachan ill death may thou die:  
For ye have betrayed ou● valiant Grahame  
who was true to his Majesty,  
The Laird of Ashen hath catcht Montrose,  
and had him on to Edinburgh Town:  
And from his Body has taken his Head  
and quartered him upon a Tron.  
Now Huntley's gone that samen way,  
Prince Charles also, our Royal King,  
Hath suffered death for our poor Nation,  
our mourning tears can never be done.  
Out gallant young King is now come home  
Prince Charles the second and above degree  
The Lord send peace into his time  
and God preserve his Majesty.  
Now far you well you Innerdale,  
Keith and kin that you may well ken,  
For I would sell my silken sneed.  
to see the gallant graham's come hame:  
Since Wallace days that we began,  
Sir John the Grahame did bear the gree,  
For the honour of our Royal King,  
the Lord preserve his Majesty  
For all the Lords in fair Scotland,  
from the highest to the lowest degree:  
The Noble Grahame is to be praised,  
so God preserve Charles' Majesty.  
FINIS.