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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Traditionary Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I came in by Dunidier,<br>An doun by Netherha,<br>There was fifty thousand Hielanmen<br>A marching to Harlaw.<br>(Chorus) Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I cam on, an farther on,<br>An doun an by Balquhain,<br>Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,<br>Wi him Sir John the Gryme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O cam ye frae the Hielans, man?<br>And cam ye a' the wey?<br>Saw ye Macdonell an his men,<br>As they cam frae the Skee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, me cam frae ta Hielans, man,<br>An me cam a ta wey,<br>An she saw Macdonell an his men,<br>As they cam frae ta Skee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, was ye near Macdonell's men?<br>Did ye their numbers see?<br>Come, tell to me, John Hielanman,<br>What micht their numbers be?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, me was near, an near eneuch,<br>An me their numbers saw;<br>There was fifty thousand Hielanmen<br>A marching to Harlaw.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin that be true,' says James the Rose,<br>'We'll no come meikle speed;<br>We'll cry upo our merry men,<br>And lichtly mount our steed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh no, oh no!' quo' John the Gryme,<br>'That thing maun never be;<br>The gallant Grymes were never bate,<br>We'll try what we can dee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I cam on, an farther on,<br>An doun an by Harlaw,<br>They fell fu close on ilka side;<br>Sic fun ye never saw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fell fu close on ilka side,<br>Sic fun ye never saw;<br>For Hielan swords gied clash for clash,<br>At the battle o Harlaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hielanmen, wi their lang swords,<br>They laid on us fu sair,<br>An they drave back our merry men<br>Three acres breadth an mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brave Forbes to his brither did say,<br>'Noo brither, dinna ye see?<br>They beat us back on ilka side,<br>An we'se be forced to flee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,<br>That thing maun never be;<br>Tak ye your good sword in your hand,<br>An come your wa's wi me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,<br>The clans they are ower strang,<br>An they drive back our merry men,<br>Wi swords baith sharp an lang.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brave Forbes drew his men aside,<br>Said, 'Tak your rest a while,<br>Until I to Drumminnor send,<br>To fess my coat o mail.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The servan he did ride,<br>An his horse it did na fail,<br>For in twa hours an a quarter<br>He brocht the coat o mail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then back to back the brithers twa<br>Gaed in amo the thrang,<br>An they hewed doun the Hielanmen,<br>Wi swords baith sharp an lang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Macdonell he was young an stout,<br>Had on his coat o mail,<br>And he has gane oot throw them a'<br>To try his han himsell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first ae straik that Forbes strack,<br>He garrt Macdonell reel;<br>An the neist ae straik that Forbes strack,<br>The great Macdonell fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And siccan a lierachie,<br>I'm sure ye never sawe<br>As wis amo the Hielanmen,<br>When they saw Macdonell fa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An whan they saw that he was deid,<br>They turnd and ran awa,<br>An they buried him in Legget's Den,<br>A large mile frae Harlaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rade, they ran, an some did gang,<br>They were o sma record;<br>But Forbes and his merry men,<br>They slew them a' the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Monanday, at mornin,<br>The battle it began,<br>On Saturday at gloamin',<br>Ye'd scarce kent wha had wan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An sic a weary buryin,<br>I'm sure ye never saw,<br>As wis the Sunday after that,<br>On the muirs aneath Harlaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gin anybody speer at ye<br>For them ye took awa,<br>Ye may tell their wives and bairnies,<br>They're sleepin at Harlaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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An doun by Netherha,
There was fifty thousand Hielanmen
A marching to Harlaw.
(Chorus) Wi a dree dree dradie drumtie dree.

As I cam on, an farther on,
An doun an by Balquhain,
Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,
Wi him Si..."></div>
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