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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election - Ballad Third</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in the seventeen hunder year<br> O' grace, and ninety-five,<br> That year I was the wae'est man<br> Of ony man alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In March the three-an'-twentieth morn,<br> The sun raise clear an' bright;<br> But oh! I was a waefu' man,<br> Ere to-fa' o' the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yerl Galloway lang did rule this land,<br> Wi' equal right and fame,<br> And thereto was his kinsmen join'd,<br> The Murray's noble name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yerl Galloway's man o' men was I,<br> And chief o' Broughton's host;<br> So twa blind beggars, on a string,<br> The faithfu' tyke will trust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But now Yerl Galloway's sceptre's broke,<br> And Broughton's wi' the slain,<br> And I my ancient craft may try,<br> Sin' honesty is gane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twas by the banks o' bonie Dee,<br> Beside Kirkcudbright's towers,<br> The Stewart and the Murray there,<br> Did muster a' their powers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then Murray on the auld grey yaud,<br> Wi' winged spurs did ride,<br> That auld grey yaud a' Nidsdale rade,<br> He staw upon Nidside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there had na been the Yerl himsel,<br> O there had been nae play;<br> But Garlies was to London gane,<br> And sae the kye might stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there was Balmaghie, I ween,<br> In front rank he wad shine;<br> But Balmaghie had better been<br> Drinkin' Madeira wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And frae Glenkens cam to our aid<br> A chief o' doughty deed;<br> In case that worth should wanted be,<br> O' Kenmure we had need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And by our banners march'd Muirhead,<br> And Buittle was na slack;<br> Whase haly priesthood nane could stain,<br> For wha could dye the black?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there was grave squire Cardoness,<br> Look'd on till a' was done;<br> Sae in the tower o' Cardoness<br> A howlet sits at noon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there led I the Bushby clan,<br> My gamesome billie, Will,<br> And my son Maitland, wise as brave,<br> My footsteps follow'd still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Douglas and the Heron's name,<br> We set nought to their score;<br> The Douglas and the Heron's name,<br> Had felt our weight before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But Douglasses o' weight had we,<br> The pair o' lusty lairds,<br> For building cot-houses sae fam'd,<br> And christenin' kail-yards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And there Redcastle drew his sword,<br> That ne'er was stain'd wi' gore,<br> Save on a wand'rer lame and blind,<br> To drive him frae his door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And last cam creepin' Collieston,<br> Was mair in fear than wrath;<br> Ae knave was constant in his mind-<br> To keep that knave frae scaith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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