BEtrayed me, how can this be;
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even by day light upon a day,
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I met Prince Charles our Royal King,
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and all the Grahames in their aray;
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They were well drest in Armour keen
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upon the pleasant Banks of Tay
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Before a King they might been seen
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those galiant Grahames in their aray.
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I have no Gold, I have no Land,
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nor have I pearl nor precious stone,
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But I will sell my silken sneed
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to see the Grhames but wellcome home.
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To speak of those Grahames I think it best
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they're men amongst good Company,
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Into the Lands where we did walk
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they're Lords into the South Countrie,
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They wan the praise in Wallace days,
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for the Summer Flower did never spring
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As the gallant Grahames in Armour clear
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did then appear before their King.
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At the Gouk-head we let our Camps,
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our Leagure 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 Gray
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For they were then in Armour sheen,
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as Gold shines on a Summers day
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The gallant Grahames were assembled there
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before King Charles his Majesty.
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I'll crown them night, I'll 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 Grahames are the bravest Company.
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As I came by the Bunches Park,
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I heard my true Loves Sister's Son,
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We lous'd our Cannons on every side,
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even for the honour of our King.
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Our false Commanders hath betray'd our Prince
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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 to 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 govern'd,
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and over the Nations for to reign.
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They have betray'd our noble Prince,
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and banisht him from his Royal Crown,
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But the gallant Grahames have tane in hand
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for to command that Traitor Lown.
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Now Dalgatie was stout and bold,
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couragious in high degree:
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But for the Cavileers they were all sold,
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And young Harthill a Cavileer too,
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Nathaniel Gordon, both stout and keen,
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Newtoun Gordon, Burd alone;
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Upon the Green he might been seen,
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for a braver Face was never born,
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A braver man was never born
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neither in Kent nor 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 Coble heugh where we did advance.
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our Parliament there for to stay:
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But our Nobles then were banisht off
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at Glen-Yla then where we took the way,
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Glen prosen, where we Rendezvoused,
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to Glen shie we marcht, both night & day,
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And of Bredalbine we took the Town,
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and met the Campbells in aray.
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Ten thousand men in Armour strong
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did meet the gallant Grahames to play,
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At Inversochie where they began,
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and about two Thousand men were they.
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