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To make restitution for their cruelty;
But O fatal Flowden!
There came the woe down,
And cur royal nation was brought to decay.

After spoiling and burning.
Many hameward returning,
With our King still the Nobles and Vassals abide:
To Surry’s proud vaunting.
He answers but daunting;
The King would await him whatever betide.

The English advanced,
To where they were stunced,
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, subtility.

Our Highland battalion.
So forward and valiant,
They broke from their ranks, and rush’d on to slay:
With hacking and slashing,
And broad swords a dashing,
Thro’ the front of the English they cut a full way.

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.