An Excellet New BALLAD, Entituled,
The Gallant GRAHAMS of SCOTLAND
Tune of, I will away, and I will not tarry, etc
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BETRAYED me how can this be?
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When by Day-light upon a Day;
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I met Prince Charles our Royal King,
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And all the Grahams in their Array.
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They were all dressd in Armour keen,
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Upon the pleasant Banks of Tay:
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Before a King they might be seen,
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Those gallant Grahams in their Array.
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I have no Gold, I have no Land,
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Nor have I Pearl nor precious Stones;
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But I would sell my silken Snood,
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To see these Grahams but well come home
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To speak of these Grahams, I think it best,
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Theyre Men amongst good Company;
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Into the Lands where we did walk,
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Theyre Lords into the South Country.
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They wan the Praise in Wallaces Days,
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For the Summer Flowers did never spring;
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But the gallant Grahams in Armour clear
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Did then appear before the King.
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At the Goukhead we set our Camp,
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Our Rigour down there for to stay,
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Upon a dainty Summers Day,
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We rode our white Horse and our Grey.
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For they were then in Armour seen,
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As Gold shines on a Summers Day,
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The gallant Grahams were assembled there,
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Before King Charles, his Majesty.
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Ill crown them Night, Ill crown them Day.
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And above great Lords of high Degree,
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For all the Lords that I have seen.
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The Grahams are the bravest Company.
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As I came by the Bunches Park,
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I heard my true Loves Sisters Son;
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We loosd our Cannon on every Side,
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Even for the Honour of our King.
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Our false Commander has betrayd our King
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And sold him to his Enemy,
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By a Nobleman, to Cromwel then,
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So I care not what they do with me.
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For he strives to subdue the Land,
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And over England to be King,
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Fair Scotland by him to be governd,
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And over the Nations for to reign.
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They have betrayd our Noble Prince,
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And banished him from his Royal Crown;
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But the gallant Grahams have taen in Hand,
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For to command that Traytor Lown.
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Now Dalgitie was stout and bold,
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Couragious in high Degree;
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At the Cavaliers they were all sold,
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And young Harthil, a Cavalier too.
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Nathaniel Gordon, both stout and keen,
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Newton Gordon, Burd alone;
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Upon the Green he might be seen;
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For a bolder Face was never known.
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A Braver Man was never seen,
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Neither in Kent or Christendom:
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To fight now for his Royal King,
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Lord give his Enemies their Doom.
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At Bogle baugh, where we did advance,
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Our Parliament there for to stay,
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But our Nobles they were banishd off,
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At Goln-Yle where we advance.
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Glemproson, where we randezvousd
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To Glenshie we marchd both night and Day,
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And of Bredainlie we took the Town,
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And met the Campbelis in their Deray.
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Ten Thousand Men in Armour strong,
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Did meet the gallant Grahams to play,
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At Inverlochie where they began,
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And about two thousand Men were they.
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And tho their Number did far exceed,
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The gallant Grahams upon that Day,
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Yet their Hearts were true, they did not fear,
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To meet the Campbells in their Deray.
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For the Gordons then did give a while,
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To face the Campbells upon that Day;
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Who from their Friends fell far aback,
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Unto their Enemies for ever and ay.
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Gallant Montrose, then that Chiefton bold,
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Couragious in high Degree:
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Did for the King fight valiantly,
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The Lord preserve his Majesty.
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Now fare you well, you Innerdale.,
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Lord Keeth, and Kindred I bid adieu;
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And I shall away and I shall not stay,
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To some uncouth Land that I never knew.
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To wear the Blue I think it best,
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By any Colonel that I see;
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heer up your Hearts, brave Cavaliers,
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For the the Grahams are gone to Germany.
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To France and Flanders, where they advancd,
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And Germany, who gave Fame:
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For my Lord Albion is to the Sea,
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Young Huntly is his noble Name.
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He went to France for his Royal King,
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King Charles then, and above Degree
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Ill give the Honour to the gallant Grahams,
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For they are a brave Company.
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Montrose then our Chieftain bold,
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To Scotland free is come again;
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For to redeem fair Scotlands Land,
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The pleasant, gallant, worthy Grahams.
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At the Water of Ensdale they did begin,
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And fought a Battle to an End;
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Where there were killd for our Noble King,
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Two thousand of our Donish Men.
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Gilbert Menzies, and of high Degree,
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The Kings Baron bold was born,
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For a brave Cavalier was he,
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But now into Glory hes gone.
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The Kings Banner in Hand he bore,
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For he was a brave valiant Man;
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Betrayed was he a Night before,
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By Colonel Hacket and Strachen then.
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To the Colonel Hacket now,
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And Strachen ill Death may thou die,
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For ye have betrayd our gallant Grahams
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Who were true to his Majesty.
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The Laird of Ashen has catchd Montrose
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And had him into Edinburgh Town;
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And from his Body taen his Head,
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And quarterd him upon a Trone.
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Now Huntleys gone that same Way,
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Prince Charles also our Royal King,
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Hath sufferd Death for our Nation,
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Our mourning Tears can neer be done.
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Our gallant young King is now come Home,
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Prince Charles the Second, and above Degree
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The Lord send Peace in his Time
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And God preserve his Majesty.
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Now fare you well you Innerdale,
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Kith and Kin that you may well ken;
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For I will sell my silken Snood,
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To the gallant Grahams came Home.
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Since Wallaces Days that we began,
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Sir John the Graham did bear the Green;
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For the Honour of our Royal King,
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The Lord preserve his Majesty.
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For all the Lords in fair Scotland,
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From the highest to the lowest Degree
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The noble Grahams are to be praisd,
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So God preserve Charles his Majesty.
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