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Song of the Chevalier
circa 1746

To the music “To Daunton Me”

O I have scarce to lay me on,
Of kingly fields were ance my ain;
Wi’ the Moorcock on the mountain-bree,
But hardship ne’er can daunton me.

Up came the gallant chief Lochiel,
An’ drew his glaive o’ nut-brown-steel,
Says “Charlie set your fit to me,
An’ shaw me wha will daunton thee!”

To daunton me an’ me sae young,
An’ gude King James’s auldest son!
O that’s the thing that ne’er can be,
For the man’s unborn that will daunton me!

O set me ance on Scottish land,
An’ gie me my braid-sword in my hand,
Wi’ my blue bonnet a boon my bree,
An’ shaw me the man that will daunton me.

It’s nae the battle’s deadlie stoure,
Nor frields pruived fause that’ll gar me cower;
But the reckless hand o’ povertie,
O! That alane can daunton me.

High was I born to kingly gear,
But a cuif came in my cap to wear
But wi’ my braid sword I’ll let him see
He’s nae the man will daunton me.

Editor's Notes: Preserved in Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song by R.H. Cromek.  There are several variations of this song, all bearing some mark of “desperate resolution.”  Robert Burns preserved a copy of this son in Remarks on Scottish Song, with a slight difference in the final verse.