The fact was this, the Fellows ran away,
Commenc’d their Flight so early in the Day;
In haste the Road to Pampeluna took,
And Ladies, Baggage, Cannon, all forsook;
Fighting gave up, and had recourse to Cunning—
They’re sure to beat us if it comes to Running.
This I’ve observ’d, whene’er we Battle make,
We overcome, but seldom overtake.
And tho’ our Gallant Cavalry would fain
Have shar’d the Glory of th’ ensanguin’d Plain,