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T:The Battle of Harlow
T:Hind Horn
B:Milner D,Kaplan P, 1983,Songs of England,Ireland and Scotland,Oak,New York
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
S:G Grieg, Folk Songs of the North East
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w:As I cam in by Den-nie-deer An' doon by Neth-er-ha',
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w:There was fif-ty thou-sand Hie-land-men A-march-in' to Har-law.
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w:lWi' my dir-rum doo, dir-rum-doo, dad-die dir-run dey.
W:As I cam in by Denniedeer
W:An' doon by Netherha',
W:There was fifty thousand Hielandmen
W:A-marchin' to Harlaw.
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:Wi' my dirrum doo dirrum doo daddie dirrum day.
W:
W:As I cam on and further on
W:And doon by Balquhain,
W:It's there I met Sir James the Rose
W:And wi' him Sir John the Graham.
W:
W:"Oh cam ye frae the Highlands man,
W:Oh cam ye a' the wey?
W:Saw ye McDonald and his men
W:As they cam in frae Skye?"
W:
W:"Yes we cam frae the Highlands man
W:An' we cam a' the wey.
W:And we saw McDonald and his men
W:As they cam in frae Skye."
W:
W:"Oh was ye near McDonald's men?
W:Did ye their numbers see?
W:Come tell me Johnnie Hielandman
W:What micht their numbers be?"
W:
W:"Yes we was near and near eneuch
W:And we their numbers saw.
W:There was fifty thousand Hielandmen
W:A-machin' to Harlaw."
W:
W:"Gin that be true," says James the Rose,
W:"Will come nae muckle speed.
W:We'll cry upon our merry men
W:An' turn oor horses head."
W:
W:"Oh na, Oh na", say John the Graham,
W:"That thing can never be.
W:The gallant Grahams were never beat
W:We'll try what we can dee."
W:
W:As I cam on and further on
W:And doon and by Harlaw,
W:They fell fu' close on ilka side.
W:Sic strokes ye never saw.
W:
W:The fell fu' close on ilka side,
W:Sic strokes ye never saw,
W:For ilka sword gaed clash for clash
W:At the battle o' Harlow.
W:
W:The Hielandmen wi' their lang swords
W:They laid on us fu' sair
W:And they drove back oor merry men
W:Three acres bredth and mair.
W:
W:Brave Forbes to his brother said,
W:"Oh brither don't ye see.
W:They've beat us back on ilka side
W:And we'll be forced to flee."
W:
W:"Oh na, oh na," my brother said,
W:"That thing can never be.
W:You'll take your sword into your hand
W:And ye'll come on wi' me."
W:
W:Then back to back the brithers twa
W:Gaed in among the throng
W:And they laid doon the Hielandmen
W:Wi' swords baith sharp and lang.
W:
W:The first aw stroke that Forbes struck,
W:He gart McDonald reel
W:And the neist ae stroke that Forbes struck,
W:The brave McDonald fell.
W:
W:And siccan a Pitlarichie
W:I'm sure ye never saw,
W:As was among the Hielandmen
W:When they saw McDonald fa'.
W:
W:And when they saw that he was dead,
W:They turned and ran awa'
W:And they turned him in Leggart's den
W:A mile abeen Harlaw.
W:
W:Some rade, some ran and some did gang
W:They were o' sma' record
W:But Forbes and his merry men
W:They slew them a' the road.
W:
W:On Monoday at mornin'
W:The battle it began
W:On Saturday at floamin'
W:Ye'd kentna who had won.
W:
W:Gin onybody spier ar you
W:For them that cam awa'
W:Ye can tell them plain enough,
W:They're sleepin' at Harlaw.