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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Sherramuir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O cam ye here the fight to shun, <br> Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? <br>Or were ye at the Sherra-moor, <br> Or did the battle see, man?&quot; <br>&quot;I saw the battle, sair and teugh <br> And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh; <br>My heart, for fear, gae sough for sough, <br> To hear the thuds, and see the cluds <br>O clans frae woods in tartan duds <br> Wha glaum'd at icingdoms three, man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The red-coat lads wi' black cockauds, <br> To meet them were na slaw, man; <br>They rush'd and push'd, and bluid outgush'd, <br> And monie a bouk did fa', man! <br>The great Argyle led on his files, <br> I wat they glanc'd for twenty miles; <br>They hough'd the clans like nine-pin kyles, <br> They hack'd and hash'd, while braid-swords clashed, <br>And thro they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd, <br> Till fey men died awa, man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But had ye seen the philibegs, <br> And skyrin tartan trews, man; <br>When in the teeth they daur'd our Whigs, <br> And Covenant trueblues, man! <br>In lines extended lang and large, <br> When baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe, <br>And thousands hasten'd to the charge, <br> Wi' Highland wrath and frac the sheath <br>Drew blades o' death, till, out o' breath. <br> They fled like frightened dows, man!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O, how Deil, Tam, can that be true? <br> The chase gaed frae the north, man! <br>I saw mysel, they did pursue <br> The horseman back to Forth, man: <br>And at Dunblane, in my ain sight, <br> They took the brig wi a' their might <br>And straught to Stirling wing'd their flight; <br> But, cursed lot! the gates were shut, <br>And monie a huntit poor red-coat, <br> For fear amaist did swarf, man!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister Kate came up the gate <br> Wi' crowdie unto me, man: <br>She swoor she saw some rebels run <br> To Perth and to Dundee, man! <br>Their left-hand general had nae skill; <br> The Angus lads had nae good will <br>That day their neebors' bluid to spill; <br> For fear, by foes, that they should lose <br>Their cogs o brose; they scar'd at blows, <br> And hameward fast did flee, man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;They've lost some gallant gentlemen, <br> Amang the Highland clans, man! <br>I fear my Lord Panmure is slain, <br> Or in his en'mies' hands, man. <br>Now wad ye sing this double flight, <br> Some fell for wrang, and some for right, <br>But monie bade the world guid-night; <br> Say, pell and mell, wi' muskets' knell <br>How Tories feil, and Whigs to Hell <br> Flew off in frightened bands, man!&quot;</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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 Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? 
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor, 
 Or did the battle see, man?&quot; 
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 And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh; 
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