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T155002 1 Clavers and his Highland Men Killiecrankie Clavers and his Highland Men ALl Gentleman and Cavaliers / that doth delight in sport, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 9 The LASSES of KINGHORN The LASSES of KINGHORN ?-?

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ALl Gentlemen and Cavaliers that doth delight in sport, Come here and listen to my Song, for it shall be but short: And I'le tell you as brave a Jest, as ever you did hear: The Lasses of Kinghorn Town put our Officers in fear. 2 It fell upon a Wednesday the Month of February, Some of the brave Commanders came to Kinghorn Ferry, Having with them a Chapman Lad, a Prisoner they had ta'en, The Tide was spent e're they came there, and to the Town the're gane. 3. And as they went along the street the Chapman made his Moan. He wrang his hands and said, alas, that ever he was born; For I'm a silly poor Pedler, from me they ta'en my Pack, Of all my seven years gathering they left me not a plack, 4. But yet with this they'r not content. nor will they pass me so, But I must be a Soger, to Flanders I must go. To Flanders I must go? a Soger for to be. But I will die e're I come there, I'll be so siek at sea. 5. The Women were much moved to hear him make his Moan. And some of them most courteously unto the Captain's gone, Desiring him of Charity that he would let him gang But he answered them disdainfully, he'd rather see him hang. 9. The women were much moved, and took this as a flight, Said he should be relieved in spite of all their Might: They gathered right hastily, and forth into a row, With Bleeching Knocks Harrow-Bills I wot they were not slow. 7. The Captains they went back again, and out their swords did draw, The women then they leugh at them, of that they stood not awe; But then on them they throng'd so fast unto the ground them dang, And took the Swords out of their hands, and soundly did them bang. 8 The Captains they got up again, and longer durst not bide, For little of their Valour I'm sure was seen that tide:
The women they charg'd furiously, till that they made them run With Bleeching-Knocks and Harrow Bills but neither Sword nor Gun. 9 The Women they charg'd furiously, ran down the Brae like fire, They made the Captains stand in awe, and yield to their desire: The first was Captain Wilson, with a Rung in her hand, She made the Captain stand in awe, and yield to her Command. 10. The next was Major Stenson and her sister also, Give me the Pedler's Pack again e're that ye further go She took the Serjant by the breast, she threw him on his back? Lieutenant Birrel hastily took up the Chapmans Pack. 11. But out came Colonel Turnbul, that honest Widow Wife, She asked at her Comerades. what meaned all this strife? They've ta'en a silly poor Pedler, and will not let him go: She answered them couragiously faith it shall not be so. 12. She took a Knock into her hand, of Bleeching she is good, She caus'd the Serjant stagger in the place where he stood. And in her hand in his Pocket and out the Purse did draw, Gave him a clink out o'er the Crown. awa ye Rogue awa 13 The Sailers they leugh heartily for to behold the sport, To see the Captains run away for shelter to the Boat: But up spake General Paterson. she spake with Counsel good, And she desir'd to sound retreat, for she would have no Blood. 14 For we've got the Pedlers Pack & Purse and this is all had he, Had it not been for King William's sake, we'd drown'd them in the Sea. The Captains then they were right glad, when that this News they heard, Desir'd the Seamen hoise their Sails and not longer to bide. 15. For we have all been Sogers more then this duzen of years, And all the Battels we were at, we were never in such Fears, O fy on you for Sogers that ever you took pay, The Lasses of Kinghorn Town they made you run away!
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