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 Which made their foes to startle,

They fell dead on the ground.

Our army gave a loud huzza,

Our Highland lads have won the day,

Ou field they durst no longer stay,

See how the cowards run.

"This battle was no sooner over,

Than ten thousand of the other,

Came marching in good order,

Most boldly for to fight.

Their colours were displaying,

Their horse foaming and braying,

Their Generals are saying

We'll soon put them to flight.

But our bowmen gave a volley,

Made them repent their folly,

They soon turned melancholy,

And staggered to and fro.

Our spearmen then engaged,

Their rage they soon assuaged,

Like lions our herocs raged,

Dealt death at every blow.

For one hour and a quarter,

There was a bloody slaughter,

Till the enemics cried for quarter,

And in confusion flee.

Our general says, don't pursue,

Ten thousand more are come in view,

Take courage lads, our hearts are true,

And beat your enemies.