The Memorable BATTLE fought at
KILLY CRANKIE.
By Chief CLAVERS and his HIGHLAND MEN.
To the Tune calld, Killy Cranky.
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CLAVERS and his Highland Men
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Came down upon the Raw then,
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Who being stout gave many a Clout,
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The Lads began to claw then:
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With Sword and Targets in their Hands,
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Wherewith they were not slaw then,
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And Clinkin Clankin on their Crowns,
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The Lads began to claw then.
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Oer Brink and Brank, oer Ditch and Stank,
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He staik amang them a then,
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The Butter-box got many Knocks,
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The Riggans payd for a then
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They got their Paiks with sudden Straiks,
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Which to their Grief they saw then,
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And double Dunts upon their Rumps,
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The Lads began to fa then.
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Her skipd about, and leapd about,
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Her flang amang them a then,
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The English Blades got Broken Heads,
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Their Crowns her clave in twa there,
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The Durk and Door made their last Hour,
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Such was their final fa then,
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They thought the D---l had been there,
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That gave them such a Paw then.
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Jock Presbyter ans Covenant
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Came whigging up Hill then,
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Though Highland Trews would not refuse,
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For to subscribe the Bill then;
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In Williams Name he thought na Shame,
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Would stop the Deed at a then;
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But her nane sell Stock, with many a Knock,
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Cryd furich Whigs awa then.
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Sir Hugh Macdow with his Men true,
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Came skiping oer the Brink then,
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The Hogan Dutch that feared such,
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They bred a horrid Stink then,
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The true Maclain his Gate has gane,
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And came upon a Raw then;
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None could withstand his heavy Hand,
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He stake with such a Paw then.
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