As the musket-ball flew past my ear
It felled another helpless deer,
I now knew that they were all right,
I shouldn't have done it, it wasn't my fight,
I took my chance behind the oak tree.
They outnumbered us by one to three
A riderless horse it was my hope.
Under this fire I just couldn't cope
I weaved through the shrubbery, in and out,
Up yonder I heard an almighty shout.
"Keep fighting lads, there's still a chance.
I can see the top of a Maclaren lance".
He saw it true, the Dougall clan too,
But he'd got it all so wrong.
It was the Stewarts in disguise,
and they were just too strong.
We lasted just a few moments more,
While the Stewarts counted their score.
It was a massacre, but well we fought.
My comrades were killed, but I was caught.
John Grady 4B.
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