%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> [KILLYCHRANKIE] University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1690-1690 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/17/2018 36402

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[CLaverse and his Highland-men,] / [came down upon a Raw, then,] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : [KILLYCHRANKIE] KILLYCHRANKIE 1690-1690

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[CLaverse and his Highland-men, came down upon a Raw, then, Who being stout, gave many a Clout, the Lads began to claw then, With Swords and Targets in their Hands, wherewith they were not slaw then, And Clinkim Clankim on their Crowns, the Lads began to claw then. O're brink and bank, o're ditch and stank, her strake among them a then, The Butter-Box, gat many knocks, their Riggans pay'd for a then; They gat their pakes, with sudden strakes, which to their grief they saw then, And double dunts upon their Rumps, the Lads began to fa then. Her skipt about, and lept about, her flang amang them a then; The English Blades, gat broken Heads, their Crowns her clave in twa then, The Durk and Door, made their last hour, such was their final fa then, They thought the Devil had been there, that gave them a such taw then. Jack Presbyter, and's Covenant, came Whigging up the Hill, then, Thought Highland Trews, would not refuse; for to subscribe his Bill then, In Willies Name, the thought na ane would stop the Deed at a, then, But her nane sell Shock, with many a knock, cry'd, Whirry Whiggs awa, then. Sir Hugh McDow, with his Men true, came skipping o're the Brink, then, The Hogan Dutch, that feared such, they bred a horried stink, then, The true McClain, his gate has gane, and came upon a Raw, then, None could withstand, his heavy hand, he strake with such a paw, then.]
Oh on o Ri on o Ri, Why should we loss King James then, O Rigni die. O Regni die! Her break a him's Benes then. Furichnish, but stay awhile, To speak a Word or twa then, And take a Strake upon his Neck, Before him gang awa' then. Fy for Shame him's twa for ane, And yet her's win the Day then. King Jamess Red-coats should be hang'd up Because they fled awa' then. Had bent him's Brows like Highland Trews And made as long a Stay then, Her'd kept the King that sacred Thing, And Willy had gone awa' then. Now Shentlemen and Cavaleers, Come shoin wi' her nane sell then, For to root out the Dutch Recruit, And ding them down to Hell then; We'll meet at anes for our King James, And think it no great Pain then, To set him on his Royal Throne; Let each Man have his ain then. The ANSWER. YOU Highlandmen, with Tongue and Pen, What need you so to boast then, At Killy Crankie what you wan, It was unto your Loss then: My Lord Dundee the best of ye, Into the Field did fa' then, And great Pitour fell in a Fur, And could not win awa' then. And at Dunkeld, right fast you fell Tho' ye thought well to win then; But fy for Shame, I scarce can tell, How to the Hills ye ran then. O Furichnish but stay awhile, And speak a Word or twa then, Wi' caket Trews, and heavy News. Unto the Hills ye draw then. At Cromdelhill, you got your fill; For you we did not spare then, To pay your Benes 'till oer the Stenes, You ran wi' Buttocks bare then:
And many Crack behind your Back, Sensyne we never saw then, Your Fools Face hath little Grace, Can do no Good at all then. The Buchan Lairds like unto Cards, Planted on Athole Hills then, Together came to make a Sham, Thinking to get their Will then; At Aberdeen they did come in, But there they durst not stay then, Nor make Attempt for fear that Hemp, At length their Necks should draw them. From Aberdeen in haste they hy, Unto Dunnotea came then, Where Earl of Marshal then did ly, A Man of worthy Fame then; And General Buchan did command, His House that they might have there, But he so bravely did defend, That they prov'd but like Knaves there. They hois'd up Sail and turn'd their Tail, And Straight towards the North then, And for to join, to get some Coin, Fra the Earl of Seaforth then, But he was wiser than they thought, And never thinks to part sea; With that he got, by his good Lot, Like Fools from thence their Way gae. There's Frendrets Lord and Oliphant, And Douglass them all three there, We have bereaved them of their Holds, No more now can they do there. And Davie Graham thinks meikle Shame, With the Earl of Dunkill then, And Turn-coat Pet looks now so blate, Himself he's like to hang then. Dumfermline drives his Spurgald Horse, And Buchan whips with Wand then, Cannon like a weary Cross, Follows up the Band then. My Lord Seaforth fles fra the North, Unto the Court to dwell there; He's made a' swear for many a Year, He never will rebel mair.
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