Lyrics The Corries

The Corries

The Sherramuir Fight

O, cam ye here the fight to shun,

Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?

Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,

Or did the battle see, man?'

I saw the battle, sair and teugh,

And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh;

My heart for fear gae sough for sough,

To hear the thuds, and see the cluds

O' clans frae woods in tartan duds,

Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man

The red-coat lads wi' black cockauds

To meet them were na slaw, man

They rush'd and push'd and bluid outgush'd,

And monie a bouk did fa', man!

The great Argyle led on his files,

I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles;

They hough'd the clans like nine-pin kyles,

They hack'd and hash'd, while braid-swords clash'd,

And thro' they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd,

Till fey men died awa, man.

But had ye seen the philibegs

And skyrin tartan trews, man,

When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs

And Covenant trueblues, man!

In lines extended lang and large,

When baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe,

And thousands hasten'd tae the charge,

Wi' Hieland wrath they frae the sheath

Drew blades o' death, till out o' breath

They fled like frighted dows, man

They've lost some gallant gentlemen,

Amang the Highland clans, man!

I fear my Lord Panmure is slain,

Or in his en'mies' hands, man.

Now wad ye sing this double flight,

Some fell for wrang, and some for right,

But monie bade the world guid-night:

Say, pell and mell, wi' muskets' knell

How Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell

Flew off in frighted bands, man