With loud huzzas on every side,
Their bloody banners were display’d,
The front line only three men deep,
They in reserve the rest did keep:
Their plaids in heaps were left behind,
Light to run if need they find:
And on they came with a goodwill,
At the dog-trot, adown the hill.
At Cob’s dragoons the first rank fir’d:
But rear and centre were desir’d