Butler was next, and said; ‘This will nocht be.’
On bak he drew, and leit his curage slaik:
The worthi Scottis prewyt weill for Scotlandis saik.
Gud Longaweill his cowntyr maid sa sar,435
And Craufurd als, thai sailyeid than no mar.
Rycht ner be than approchyt to the nycht;
And sternys wp peyr began in to thair sycht.
Sotheroun set wach, and to thair souper went.
The Butler was sayr grewyt in his entent;440
Yeit fur thai weill off stuff, wyn, aill, and breid.