The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 6/Chapter 172

the tenth day of December, And the fourth yeere of King Edwards raigne, Att Musleboorrowe, as I remember, Two goodly hosts there mett on a plaine. All that night they camped there, Soe did the Scotts, both stout and stubborne; But "[wellaway,"] it was their song, For wee haue taken them in their owne turne. Over night they carded for our English mens coates; They fished before their netts were spunn; A white for sixpence, a red for two groates; Now wisdome wold haue stayed till they had been woone. Wee feared not but that they wold fight, Yett itt was turned vnto their owne paine; Thoe against one of vs that they were eight, Yett with their owne weapons wee did them beat. On the twelfth day in the morne The made a face as the wold fight, But many a proud Scott there was downe borne, And many a ranke coward was put to flight. But when they heard our great gunnes cracke, Then was their harts turned into their hose; They cast down their weapons, and turned their backes, They ran soe fast that the fell on their nose. The Lord Huntley, wee had him there; With him hee brought ten thousand men, Yett, God bee thanked, wee made them such a banquett That none of them returned againe. Wee chased them to D[alkeith]