Only a small band in a scout,
And Penrith guards upon them fell
So Charles by chance of it heard tell:
Perth vow’d revenge, in dreadful ire,
A recompense with sword and fire;
But when such hurry on them came,
They minded nought but up and ran.
As one behind another did stand,
He cries, Furich tere be Cumberland.
Dark was the night and rough the way,