The Corries Lyrics
"The Battle Of Harlaw"

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Cam ye aw the way?
Saw ye MacDonald and aw his men.
As they cam in frae Skye?

Chorus;
Wae a dirrum-a-droo an'a dree an'a drum, dirrum-a-droo drum-dray!

As I cam on and further on,
And doun and by Balquhain,
Sure it's there I met wi' James the Rose,
And wi' him John the Graham

Oh cam ye near or near eneuch,
Did ye their numbers see?
Come tell tae me John Hielandman,
What might their numbers be?

"As I cam in by the Gariochland,
Doun by Netherhaugh
I saw MacDonald and aw his men,
A-marching tae Harlaw!"

"If that be so," said James the Rose,
"We'll nae come muckle speed;
I'll hae tae tell ma gallant men,
Na tae turn their horses' heid."

"O naw, naw, naw" said John the Graham,
"This thing it maunna be;
For the gallant Grahams were never bate,
We'll see what we can dae!"

The Hielandmen wi' their longswords,
Full in at us fu' sair,
And they driv' back wir Lawlandmen,
Three acres breadth or mair!

But in then charged right fearlessly,
Sir Morrow and his men,
To meet Macleod upon the field,
And mak them aw tae rin!

Then from the Mearnsmen rose a cry,
Sir Irvine tae the fore!
Tae draw his sword and duel Maclean,
The field was stained wi' gore!

Then riding in wi' muckle speed,
MacIvor and MacGraw
Sir Morrow and Sir Graham they stood,
And turned them aw awa'!

Braw Davidson frae Aberdeen,
He foucht until the end,
But fell upon the battle-ground,
His strength we'll aye-ways ken!

Lord Forbes tae his brother did say,
"Oh brother dinnae ye see?
They've driv' us back on ilka side,
And we'll be forced tae flee!"

"Oh naw, naw, naw, my brother dear,
This thing it maunna be,
Ye'll tak your guid sword in your hand,
And ye'll gang in wae me!"

The first blow that Lord Forbes struck,
The sword ran in an ell,
The second blow Lord Forbes struck,
The great MacDonald fell!

Sic a cry frae amang the Hielandmen,
When the see their leader fa',
They cairted him and buried him,
Alang by fair Harlaw!

Gin any yin shuild speir at ye,
For them that's gan awa'
Just tell them plain and anka plain,
They're sleeping at Harlaw!