Some cannon which on th’ field there was,
Being spik’d up with iron flaws,
And render’d useless for that time,
The hole being stopt whereat they prime,
Barrel’s grenadiers to some yok’d too
And eastward to Falkirk them drew;
Yet all their toil no effect had,
Their drivers and the horse were fled,
The cannon, for some time, were lost,
The chance of war so rul’d the roast.