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Then thinking for to cross us,
They rallying all their forces,
Both of foot and horses,
To make the last attempt.
The Scots cried out with bravery,
We disdain their English knavery,
We'll ne'er be bronght to slavery
Till our last blood be spent.
With fresh courage they did engage,
And manfully made for the charge,
With their broad swords and their targe,
Most boldly then they stood.
The third battle it was very sore,
Thousands lay reeking in their gore,
The like was never done before,
The fields did swim with blood.
The English could no longer stay,
In great confusion fled away,
And sore they do lament the day,
That they came there to fight.
Cummin cried, chase them, do not spare,
Quick as the hound does chase the bare,
And many one ta'en prisoner,
That day upon the flight.
The Douglas, Campbells, and the Hays,
And Gordons from the river Spey,
So boldly as they fought that day,
With the brave Montgomerie,
The Kers and Murrays of renown,
The Kiths, Boyds, and Hamilton,
