In 2010, Archaeolink celebrated Red Harlaw, a battle fought on July 24 1411. 

Donald MacDonald, Lord of the Isles raised an army to gain control of the Earldom of Ross, setting out on the way to ravage Aberdeen.  The lowland forces, led by the Earl of Mar, the Sheriff of Angus, and the Provost of Aberdeen Sir Robert Davidson, raised troops to stop him.

Davidson led the tradesmen of the city out to defend it near Inverurie, and was killed in the battle.  Trinity Hall, HQ of Aberdeen city trades, hold to this day the flag carried by their men at battle.

This song is an updated version of the  original ballad, closer to the truth for a new audience.  

 

HARLAW  by Sheena Blackhall, 2010

The great MacDonald o the Isles tae raxx his pouer wis keen

Tae claim the Earldom o Ross an spulzie Aiberdeen

 

Chorus: Wi a dirumadoo adadumdoo a diddy a dum a day

 

The great MacDonald's army wizs ower 10,000 men

Wi swords & bows & arras, bringin terror frae their glen

 

The provost Robert Davidson wi tradesmen frae the toon

Jyned forces wi the Earl o Mar tae turn the robbers roon

 

The provost marched frae Aiberdeen , aa clad in armour black

 As black's his widd's sorra fin his corp wis cairriet back

 

Wi cavalry & infantry & shelties rinnin free

The bluid ran doon sae thick an faist it reiddent girse an tree

 

Brave Lesley o Balquyne he fell, wi his sax sons sae leal

An mony a lad wiz beeriet at the kirkyaird o Kinkell

 

Sir Alexander Irvine tae the battle he has gaen

Wi Hector Roy Maclean he foucht tilll baith o them war slain

 

On Monday in the mornin, the battle wis begun

Bit lan e'er it was gloamin time, ye'd scarecely ken fa'd won

 

Sae weakened war the Lowlanders, nae victory did they claim

Bit mornin brocht the cheery news MacDonald had marched hame

 

600 hunner year ago an mair this dreidfu fech wis focht

At Harlaw Hoose a monument ate merk the day wis vrocht

 

The tradesmen o fair Aiberdeen, a flag they still display 

Their forbears cairret forrit at Harlaw tae heid the fray

 

Gin onybody speir at ye fit lies aneth the grun

The banes o slaughtered sodjers, that battle had undone

 





 





  


 

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