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Go, while the fighting still goes on,
I'll with you send a guide.
A little be-west the Saughen ford,
Dy'd Glocester the bold;
That ground unto this very day
Is call'd the “Fighting Fold.”
The English now were fairly beat,
And Edward fled away,
Whom Douglas with two troops of horse,
Chac'd forty miles that day.
So eagerly he was pursued,
And got to him so near,
He was on point of being ta'en,
But got into Dunbar.
To Berwick, in a fishing boat,
They sculled him away,
While to be kept from wrath of Scots,
He earnestly did pray.
Hereford to Bothwell castle fled,
And there was soon brought out,
The only gen'ral left alive
Of all king Edward's rout;
And ransom'd was for Robert's queen,
And his sweet daughter dear,
Who captive had in London been,
Fed on mean English cheer.
The fatal expedition
Which on the Scots was made,
Where fifty thousand lives were lost,
Of nobles seven hundred.
Of Scots that day lay on the field
Four thousand men and more,
Yet gain’d the fame by sword and shield,
Which was long lost before.
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