|Song written by Allan Murchie, Radical
prisoner in Stirling Castle, while waiting to be transported for life to
the tune ’Johnny Cope’|
Although our lives were
To free our friends from toil and care,
The English troops we dint to dare,
And wish’d them a’ good mornin’.
It’s with three cheers
we welcom’d them
Upon the Muir of Bonny Plain,
It was our rights from them to gain
Caused us to fight that mornin’.
With pikes and guns we did
With lion’s courage did we rage
For liberty or slavery’s badge
Caused us to fight that mornin.
But some of us did not
Which caus’d the troops them to pursue,
And still it makes us here to rue
That e’er we fought that mornin’.
We’re a’ condemned for
And weel ye ken that's no a lee,
Or banish’d far across the sea
For fightin’ on that mornin’.
But happy we a’ ha’e
Since ever that we left the Green,
Although strong prisons we ha’e seen,
Since we fought that mornin’.
If mercy to us all shall
From Royal George’s kingly crown,
We will receive’t without a frown,
And sail the seas some mornin’.
Mercy to us has now been
From Royal George’s noble crown,
And we're prepared, without a frown,
To see South Wales some mornin'.