THE BRAES O' KILLIECRANKIE
27 July, 1689
Where hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Where hae ye been sae brankie-o?
Where hae ye been sae braw lad?
Cam' ye by Killiecrankie-o?
Chorus: An ye had been where I had been
Ye wad na been sae cantie-o
An ye had seen what I had seen
On the braes of Killiecrankie-o!
I fought at land, I fought at sea,
At home I fought my Auntie-o;
But I met the devil, and Dundee,
On the braes of Killiecrankie-o!
The bold Pictur fell in a furr,
And Clavers got a clankie-o,
Or had I fed an Atholl gled,
On the braes of Killiecrankie-o!
Oh fie, MacKay, what gart ye lie
I' the bush ayont the brankie-o
Ye'd better kiss King Willie's loof,
Than come tae Killiecrankie-o!
It's nae shame, it's nae shame,
It's nae shame t'shank ye-o
There's sour slaes on Atholl braes,
And the De'il at Killiecrankie-o!
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