The battell of Bodwell-bridge,
OR, The KINGS CAVILEERS TRIUMPH.
To be sung with a pleasant New Tune.
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HEarken and take head, I will tell you a thing,
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How that the Whigs souldiers all did conveen;
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From Irwin to Air, to Glasgow they came,
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And marched like men in good order;
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They marched throw Glasgow with pipe & with drum
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The gallant brave Souldiers they keeped their ground
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Thinking the Kings Cavileers for to Gainstand,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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They marched by day, so did they by night,
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And their Master Welsh, he led them full right,
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Of the Bodwell-Bridge they got a full sight,
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And planted their tents on the border.
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On Sunday at morne when Phebus did rise,
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The Whigs thought the Cavileers for to surprise,
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But ere they wist well they wakned them thrice,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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That false Rebell Welsh, a Chiftan not good,
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Where into his cause there was spilt miekle bloud,
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But yet the Kings Caveleers lited their weed,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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They came to the Bridge without a gainstand,
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Our noble Kings-Reed Coats lay ready at hand;
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Their false Chiftan left them to flee or to stand,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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There was the Duke-Monmoth and Generall-Deyell,
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With Canons and Muskets the Whigs for to fell,
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The silly poor Whigs got many a knell,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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To the Bodwell Bridge, these Conventicles yed,
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Our noble Kings Caveleers came with good speed,
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They hew'd down the Whigs-men, and spilt miekle bloud,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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And when the Whigs Cannons began for to style,
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They thought the brim battell to win by a wyle,
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But ere they wist well, they got a beguile,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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Our noble good Chiftan brave Generall Deyell,
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Commanded his men on their faces to fall.
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The Reed-Coats escaped the Whigs Cannonball,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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The stout English Caveleers of great renown,
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They styled their Cannons the Whigs to ding down,
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The sillie poor Whigs got many a wound,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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Their was not a man slain on our side at all,
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But only two men with the Whigs Cannonball,
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And for these two men two thousand did fall,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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The good Earle of Ligthgow, and brave Earle of Marr
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Themselves & their Regements like brave men of warr
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They dang down the Whigs-men & gave them a char
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From the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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The good Earle of Athol and gallant Montrose,
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They pull'd the Whigs-Piriweegs over their nose,
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Their Captains and Chiftans did sleep in their hose,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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The good Captan Clavers, with his good Draguns,
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He scattered the Whigs through the south Countrey bounds,
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He gave them many sore deadly wounds,
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When they came to the Battell of Bodwell.
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And when the Whigs sojors began for to flee,
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The good Captain Clavers after them would be,
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And no man with him but his own Companie;
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When they ran from the Battell of Bodwell.
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But the good Duke Monmoth would not let them gang,
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For fear that the Whigs had done them much wrong,
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The Whigs they were scattered through all the land,
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When they ran from the Battell of Bodwell.
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The good Earle of Marischall both valiant & keen
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He gathered his Regement at New Aberdeen,
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But ere he wist well the fighting was done,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell,
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The good Earle of Aboyne, without all delay,
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He gathered his Regements and so went away,
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With all his brave Trowpers in Battell array,
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For to fight at the Battell of Bodwell.
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A gallant Horss-Randevouze their did conveen,
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Of Nobles and Gentles at New-Aberdeen;
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But ere they wist well the fighting was done,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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The stout Earle of Erroll of good great renown,
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He drew up his Regement at Aberdeen's Town
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But ere they wist well the fighting was done,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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The good Laird of Grant, with his brave men of wear
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Like gallant brave Trowpers well drest in their gear
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They went to the Whigs without any fear,
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For to fight at the Battell of Bodwell.
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They marched throw Brichen with loud trumpet sound
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Like gallant brave Troupers they keeped their ground
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But ere they wist well the fighting was done,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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Both he and Lord Duffus came in by Whyte-stane,
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Lord Duffus had footmen both valiant and keen;
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But ere they wist well the fighting was done,
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At the place of the Battell of Bodwell.
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Of all these good Chiftans I'l now make an end,
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Hoping all good Christians not to offend,
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I wish never such fighting be seen in this land,
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As was the brim Battell of Bodwell.
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