||With this being the second year “runnning” that the Halloween night run was held in Roslin I decided to miss out all the Chapel, Castle and ruins of last year.
So at 7pm we met outside The Original Rosslyn Hotel and 16 of us headed down Manse Road to “The Witchy Wood”. Spooked out by the fallen leaves the path was hard to follow, but being chased by Count Dracula and “The Scream” carrying a scythe helped keep me right.
We avoided being cloned as we passed the “Dolly” field and regrouped by the Dryden Ice House.
The next stop was the memorial to The Battle of Roslin which on 24th February 1303, is the inspiration for our very own “Carnethy 5 Hill Race”.
With a quick trip down The Hewan Bank and round Maiden Castle, we crossed the Bilson Burn and ran to Roslin Curling Pond via The Bluebell Wood.
As we headed across The Moat Bing the Fireworks (thanks CaliBob) brightened the night, and then it was back to “The Original” for a pint or two and some food.
Ballad of The Battle of Roslin
|Grey wis the dawnin’ ower Rosewell,
When the Englishmen were roosin,
Gay wis Sir Simon Fraser’s yell,
“Castail Dhuni” echoed eight thoosan’,Ten thoosan’ English, eight thoosan’ Scot,
The prior’s prayers were spoken,
Ane fiery charge such terror wrought,
That the English lines were broken.But ballad writers stay your pen…….
This was no sporting battle,
Sir Simon chased after the fleeing men,
And cut them down like cattle.
The Fraser, the Colmun and St. Clair,
An Farmers tae this verra day,
When they’re at the ploo-in’,
Still find shinbanes in the clay,
At a place they ca’ “The Hewin.”Ten thoosan’ cam’ fae Rosewell Dyke,
Wi’ General Randolf leadin’,
Again the spears o’ercame the pike,
But mony gude Scots lay bleedin’.Sudden an army cam’ up on the fight,
And the Scots were like to flee,
Prior Abernethy begged them tae fight,
But no man heard his plea.
“Look ower, look ower, on yonder hill,”
|“‘Tis gude St. Andrew,” cried ae man,
And doon they gaed tae pray,
“Gae to,” they heard the gude Sir Simon,
“Gae to, we’ll win the day.”ChorusThey ca’d the cross hill “Abernethy,”
Where they layed the Prior’s banes,
But soon they renamed it “Carnethy,”
Fae a’ the pilgrim’s stanes.
We mind the twa Frasers, o’ Colmyn tae,
But wha made the cross fae the blasted tree,