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6 "A roſe is from your chaplet fallen,
 * on yonder ground doth lie.

Redeem your honor now wish grace;—
 * ſee how the English fly.

The earl, abaſh'd at this rebuke,
 * in rage he rode away,

Two hundred warriors, horſeman all,
 * the bold Clifford to ſtay.

He got between them and the town,
 * Beweſt from Livilands.

Where two ſtones as a memorial
 * unto this day there stands.

Now Clifford, as an art in war,
 * enclos'd the Scots about,

While Murray order'd back to back,
 * his horſe were not ſo stout.

With ſpear and lance did rudely prance
 * Where the bold Clifford ſtood,

And bore him briefly to the ground,
 * and under foot him trode.

A duſt roſe from the horſes' feet,
 * whilſt blood and ſweat did ſmoke,

As cover'd them all with a cloud of miſt,
 * ſo dreadful was the ſhock.

The king beheld from a hill-top,
 * and thought brave Murray gone,

Douglas implored him to risk,
 * but the king ſaid, Let alone.