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With our King still the Nobles and Vassals
 * To Surry's proud vaunting,
 * He answers but daunting;

The King would await him whatever betide.


 * The English advanced
 * To where they were stanced,

Half intrenched by nature, the field it so lay:
 * To fight the English fearing,
 * And sham'd their retiring;

But alas! unperceiv'd was their subtilty.


 * Our Highland battalion,
 * So forward and valliant,

The broke from their ranks, and rush'd on to
 * With hacking and slashing,
 * And broad swords a dashing,

Thro' the front of the English they cut a full


 * But, alas! to their ruin,
 * An ambush pursuing,

They were surrounded with numbers too high.
 * The Mersemen and Forest,
 * They suffered the sorest,

Upon the left wing were inclos'd the same way


 * Our men into parties,
 * The battle in three quarters,

Upon our main body the marksmen did play:
 * The spearmen were surrounded,
 * And all were confounded,

The fatal devastation of that fatal day!


 * Our nobles all ensnared,
 * Our King he was not spared;