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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 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 ⟨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⟨.⟩
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;
