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 Till the enemies cry'd 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.

Then thinking for to cross us,

They rallying all their forces;

Both of foot and horses,

To make the last attempt.

The Scots cry’d out with brav’ry.

We disdain their English knav’ry.

We'll ne’er be brought in slav’ry,

’Till our last blood is spent.

With fresh courage they did engage,

And manfully made for the charge,

With their broad swords and their 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 swim 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 docs chase the hare.

And many one ta’en prisoner,

That day upon the flight.