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Till the enemies cried quarter,
Our General says Don't pursue.
Ten thousand more are come in view,
Take courage lads our hearts are true,
And beat your enemies.
Then thinking for to cross us,
They rallying all their forces
Both of foot and horses,
To make the last attemp.
The Scots cry'd out with brav'ry,
We disdain their English knav'ry,
We'll ne'er be brought to slav'ry,
'Till our last blood is spent.
With fresh courage they did engage,
And manfully made for the charge,
With their broad sword and the targe,
Most boldly then they stood.
The third battle it was very sore,
Thousands lay reeking in their gore,
The like was never done before,
The fields did sweem with blood,
The English could no longer stay,
In great confusion fled away,
And sore they do lament the day,
That they came there to fight
Cummin cry'd, Chace them, do not spare,
Quick as the hound doe's chace the hare,
And many one ta'ca prisoner,
That day upon the fight.
The Douglas, Campbells and the Hay,
And Gordons from the water Spey,
So boldly as they fought that day,
With the brave Montegomerie.
The Kerrs and Murrays of renown
The Keiths, Boyds, and Hamilton,
