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 But clove him to the very teeth,
 * the blood and brains out flew,

Bohun fell gaſping to the ground,
 * in both the armies' view,

The troops he led return'd again,
 * Judging the omen ill,

The king cry'd ſhaft my battle-axe,
 * we've yet more blood to ſpill.

With prayers and hymns and oriſons
 * Scots camp that night did ring,

While Engliſh oaths from ſide to ſide
 * for ſweet revenge did ſpring.

Both armies long'd for break of day,
 * although the night was ſhort,

The Scots took ſolemn ſacrament,
 * before this bloody ſport:

Prepared thus to live or die,
 * and be with fate content,

They kneel'd unto the crucifix,
 * before one bow was bent.

The Engliſh hoſt perceiving this,
 * they thought they fainting were,

But ſoon convinc'd by arrows keen,
 * there was no fainting there.

The firſt charge on the left began,
 * with Engliſh horſe on flight,

Where hundreds tumbled in the ditch,
 * to Scots a pleaſant fight.