This battle was fought on the evening of the 27th of July, 1689, a little to the north of the pass of Killiecrankie, in the Highlands of Perthshire, between King William's army under General Mackay, and a body of Highlanders under the renowned Claverhouse, the bravest and most faithful adherent of the house of Stuart. Mackay's troops, which were partly Dutch and partly English, amounted to 4,500 foot and two companies of horse. The Highlanders were not much more than half as numerous. They consisted of the followers of Maclean, Macdonald of Sky, Clanronald, Sir Evan Cameron of Lochiel, and others, with a few Irish. The left wing of Mackay's army was almost instantly routed by a furious charge of the Macleans. The right wing stood their ground manfully, and even repulsed the assault of the Macdonalds, but being taken in flank by the Camerons and a part of the Macleans, they were forced to retire and suffered great loss. While directing the oblique movement of the Camerons, Claverhouse received a mortal wound under the arm, and with him fell the cause of King James. This ballad, which is taken from Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 163, was printed as a broadside near the time of the battle. The author is unknown. There was an old song called _Killiecrankie_, which, with some alterations, was inserted in Johnson's _Museum_ (p. 302). It is also found in Hogg's _Jacobite Relics_, i. 32, with an additional stanza. A contemporary Latin ballad on the same event by Herbert Kennedy, a professor in the University of Edinburgh, is given in the _Museum_, and may be seen in our Appendix. Clavers and his Highlandmen Came down upo' the raw, man, Who being stout, gave mony a clout; The lads began to claw then. With sword and terge into their hand, 5 Wi which they were nae slaw, man, Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh, The lads began to claw then. O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stank, She flang amang them a', man; 10 The butter-box got mony knocks, Their riggings paid for a' then. They got their paiks, wi sudden straiks, Which to their grief they saw, man: Wi clinkum clankum o'er their crowns, 15 The lads began to fa' then. Hur skipt about, hur leapt about,[L17] And flang amang them a', man; The English blades got broken heads, Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then. 20 The durk and door made their last hour, And prov'd their final fa', man; They thought the devil had been there, That play'd them sic a paw then.