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iddel, skill'd in rusty coins, Blew up each Tory's dark designs, And bared the treason under. In either wing two champions fought; Redoubted Staig, who set at nought The wildest savage Tory; And Welsh who ne'er yet flinch'd his ground, High-wav'd his magnum-bonum round With Cyclopeian fury. Miller brought up th' artillery ranks, The many-pounders of the Banks, Resistless desolation! While Maxwelton, that baron bold, 'Mid Lawson's port entrench'd his hold, And threaten'd worse damnation. To these what Tory hosts oppos'd With these what Tory warriors clos'd Surpasses my descriving; Squadrons, extended long and large, With furious speed rush to the charge, Like furious devils driving. What verse can sing, what prose narrate, The butcher deeds of bloody Fate, Amid this mighty tulyie! Grim Horror girn'd, pale Terror roar'd, As Murder at his thrapple shor'd, And Hell mix'd in the brulyie. As Highland craigs by thunder cleft, When lightnings fire the stormy lift, Hurl down with crashing rattle; As flames among a hundred woods, As headlong foam from a hundred floods, Such is the rage of Battle. The stubborn Tories dare to die; As soon the rooted oaks would fly Before th' approaching fellers: The Whigs come on like Ocean's roar, When all his wintry billows pour Against the Buchan Bullers. Lo, from the shades of Death's deep night, Departed Whigs enjoy the fight, And think on former daring: The muffled murtherer of Charles The Magna Charter flag unfurls, All deadly gules its bearing. Nor wanting ghosts of Tory fame; Bold Scrimgeour follows gallant Graham; Auld Covenanters shiver-- Forgive! forgive! much-wrong'd Montrose! Now Death and Hell engulph thy foes, Thou liv'st on high for ever. Still o'er the field the combat burns, The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns; But Fate the word has spoken: For woman's wit and strength o'man, Alas! can do but what they can; The Tory ranks are broken. O that my een were flowing burns! My voice, a lioness that mourns Her darling cubs' undoing! That I might greet, that I might cry, While Tories fall, while Tories fly, And furious Whigs pursuing!
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