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With vaiiant inclination their banners to display;
To Burrow-Muir resorting,
Their right for supporting,
⟨And⟩ there rendevouzing encamped did lay.
But another bad omen,
That vengeance was coming;
⟨At⟩ midnight, in Edinburgh, a voice loud did cry,
As heralds, in their station,
With loud proclamation,
⟨Did⟩ name all the Barons in England to die.
These words the Demon spoke,
At the throne of Plotcock;
(illegible text) charg'd their appearing, appointing the day:
The Provost in its hearing,
The summons greatly fearing,
⟨Appeal'd⟩ to his Maker, the same did deny.
At this were many grieved,
As many misbelieved;
⟨But⟩ forward they marched to their destiny;
From thence to the border,
They march'd in good order,
⟨The⟩ Mersemen and Forest they join'd the array.
England's invasion,
It was their persuasion,
To make restitution for their cruelty;
But O fatal Flowden!
There came the woe down,
And our royal nation was brought to decay.
After spoiling and burning.
Many hameward returning,
