As I cam' by the Garioch land
And doon by Netherha',
There were fifty thoosand
Hielanmen
A-marchin' tae Harlaw.
Chorus :
Singin' di-dee-i-o,
Sing fal la do,
Sing di-dee-i-o-i ay
It's did ye come frae the Hielans,
man
Or did ye come a' the wey,
An' did ye see MacDonald an' his
men
As they marched frae Skye?
For I've come frae the Hielans,
man,
An' I've come a' the wey,
An' I saw MacDonald an' his men
As they marched frae Skye.
It's wis ye near and near enough,
Did ye their numbers see?
Come tell to me, John Hielanman,
What micht their number be?
For I was near and near enough
An' I their number saw:
There were fifty thoosan Hielanmen
A-marchin' tae Harlaw.
For they went on an' furder on
An' doon an' by Balquhain:
It's there they met Sir James the
Rose,
Wi' him Sir John the Graham.
"If that be's true," said Sir
James the Rose,
"We'll no come muckle speed.
We'll call upon oor merry men
An' we'll turn oor horses' heids."
"Oh nay, oh nay," said Sir John
the Graham,
"Sic things we maunna dee:
For the gallant Grahams were never
bate
An' we'll try fit they can dee."
For they went on an' further on
An' doon an' by Harlaw:
They fell full close on ilka side,
Sic strikes ye never saw.
They fell full close on ilka side,
Sic strikes ye never saw,
They fell close on ilka side,
Sic strikes ye never saw.
They fell full close on ilka side,
Sic strikes ye never saw,
For ilka sword gied clash for
clash
At the battle o' Harlaw.
But the Hielanmen wi' their lang
swords
They laid on us fu' sair;
They drove back oor merry men
Three acres breadth an' mair.
Lord Forbes tae his brither did
say
"O brither, dinna ye see?
They beat us back on every side,
An' we'll be forced to flee."
"O nay, O nay, my brither dear,
O nay, that maunna be.
Ye'll tak' your guid sword in your
hand
An' ye'll gang in wi' me."
For the twa brithers brave
Gaed in amangst the thrang;
They struck doon the Hielanmen
Wi' swords baith shairp an' lang.
The first strike Lord Forbes gied
The brave MacDonald reeled;
The second strike Lord Forbes gied
The brave MacDonald fell.
What a cry amangst the Hielanmen
When they seed their leader fa';
They lifted him an' buried him
A lang mile frae Harlaw.
Gin onybody speir at you
For them that cam' awa',
Ye can tell them plain an' verra
plain
They're sleepin' at Harlaw.
Footnote :This song commemorates 'Bloody Harlaw' ( 24 July 1411 ) fought
between Donald, Lord of the Isles, and his Highland host and the crown
forces led by the Earl of Mar. The battle ended in a stale-mate, but with
a loss of one thousand of his best warriors including the chiefs of the
MacLeans and the Mackintoshes, Donald retreated, leaving the lowlanders in
command of the field. The lowland force lost some five hundred men
including Sir Robert Davidson, the Provost of Aberdeen. The song
inaccurately tells of the death of Donald, Lord of the Isles, in the
battle - he lived on, but acquiesced the following year to Albany, Regent
of Scotland, uncle of the young James !, King of Scots. Donald dropped his
claim to the earldom of Ross and agreed to become a vessal of the crown.