Doon fae 'e glen came 'e merchan' men
Wae thur shields an' thur swords
Til fecht 'e fecht they believed til be recht
Owerthrow 'e owerloards
Til 'e toon fur 'ere wis pleinty
'Ey brocht plownder, swords and flame
Fan 'ey left 'e toon wis empty
Bairnags wid ne'er pley ag'in
Fae their graves ah heard 'e fallen
Ower 'e battle cry
By thon brig near 'e border
There wis many mair til die
Then onward o'er 'e mountain
An' ootward t'wards 'e sea
They hid come til claim 'e emerald
Wayoot it they couldna leave
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