Betrayed me how can this be?
When by Day-light upon a Day;
I met Prince Charles our Royal King,
And all the Grahams in their Array

They were all dress'd in Armour keen,
Upon the pleasant Banks of Tay:
Before a King they might be seen,
Those gallant grahams in their Array.

I have no gold, I have no Land,
Nor have I Pearl nor precious Stones;
But I would sell my [silken Snood ?]
To see these Grahams but well come home

To speak of these Grahams, I think it best
They're Men amongst good Company;
Into the Lands where we did walk,
They're Lords into the South Country.

They won the Praise in Wallace's Days,
For the Summer Flowers did never spring;
But the gallant Graham's in Armour clear
Did then appear before the King.

At the Goukhead we set our Camp,
Our rigour down there for to Stay,
Upon a dainty Summer's Day,
We rode our white Horse and our Grey.

For they were then in Armour seen,
As Gold shines on a Summer's Day,
The gallant Grahams were assembled there,
Before King Charles, his Majesty.

I'll crown them Night, I'll crown them Day,
And above great Lords of high Degree,
For all the Lords that I have seen,
The Grahams are the bravest Company.

As I came by the Bunche's Park,
I heard my true Love's sister's Son;
We loos'd our Cannon on every Side,
Even for the Honour of our King.

Our false Commander has betray'd our King
And sold him to his Enemy,
By a Nobleman, to Cromwel then,
So I care not what they do with me.

For he strives to subdue the Land,
And over England to be King,
Fair Soctland by him to be govern'd,
And over the Nations for to reign.

They have betray'd our Noble Prince,
And banished him from his Royal Crown
But the gallant Grahams have ta'en in Hand,
For to command that Traytor Lown.

Now Dalgitie was stout and bold,
Coragious in high Degree;
At the Cavaliers they were all sold,
And young Harthul, a Cavalier too.

Nathaniel Gordon, both stout and keen,
Newton Gordon, Burd alone;
Upon the Green he might be seen;
For a bolder Face was never known.

A Braver Man was never seen,
Neither in Kent or Christendom:
To fight now for his Royal King,
Lord give his Enemies their Doom.

At Boglehaugh, where we did advance,
Our Parliament there for to stay,
But our Nobles they were banishe'd off,
At Goln-Ile where we advance.

Glenproson, where we rondezvous'd,
To Glenshie we march'd both night and Day,
And of Bredainlie we took the Town,
And met the Campbelis in ther Deray.

Ten Thousand Men in Armour strong,
Did meet the gallant Grahams to play,
At Inverlockie where they began,
And about two thousand Men were they.

And tho' their Number did far exceed,
The gallant Grahams upon that Day,
Yet their Hearts were true, they did not fear,
To meet the Campbeils in their Deray.

For the Gordons then did give a while,
To face the Campbeeils upon that Day,
Who from their Friends fell far aback,
Unto their Enemies for ever and ay.

Gallant Montrose, then that Chiefton bold,
Coragious in high Degree:
Did for the King fight valiantly,
The Lord preserve his Majesty.

Now fare you well, you Innerdale,
Lord Keeth and Kindred I bid adieu,
And I shail away and I shall not stay,
To some uncouth Land that I never knew.

To wear the Blue I think it best,
By any Colonel that I see;
He erne your Hearts, brave Cavaliers,
For the Grahams are gone to Germany.

To France and Flanders, where they advanc'd,
And Germany, who gave Fame;
For my Lord Albin is to the Sea,
Young Huntly is his noble Name.

He went to France for his Royal King,
King Charles then, and above Degree
I'll give the Honour to the gallant Grahams
For they are a brave company.

Montrose then our Chieftain bold,
To Scotland free in come again;
For to redeem fair Scotland's Land,
The pleasant, gallant, worthy Grahams.

At the Water of E?sdale, they did gegin,
And fought a Battle to an End;
Where there were kill'd for our Noble King,
Two thousand of our Danish Men.

Gilbert Menzie, and of high Degree
The King's Baron bold was born,
For a brave Cavalier was he,
But now into Glory he's gone,

The King's Banner in Hand he bore,
For he was a brave valiant Man;
Betrayed was he a Night before,
By Colonel Hackes and Strachen then.

To the Colonel Hacket now,
And Stachen ill Death may thou die,
For ye have betray'd our gallant Grahams
Who were true to his Majesty.

The Laird of Ashern has catch'd Montrose
And had him into Edinburgh Town;
And from his Body ta'en his Head,
And quarter'd him upon a Tro?e,

Now Huntley's gone that same Way,
Prince Charles also our Royal King,
Hath suffer'd Death for our Nation,
Our mourning Tears can ne'er be done.

Our gallant young King is now come Home
Prince Charles the Second, and above Degree
The Lord send Peace in his Time
And God preserve his Majesty.

Now fare you well you Innerdale,
Kith and Kin that you may well ken;
For I will sell my silken Snood,
To the gallant Grahams come Home.

Since Wallace's Days that we began,
Sir John the Graham did bear the Green,
For the Honour of our Royal King,
The Lord preserve his Majesty.

For all the Lords in fair Scotland
From the highest to the lowest Degree
The noble Grahams are to be prais'd
So God preserve Charles his Majesty.