Husk in form made safe retreat,
Where all were flying the other gate
Out from the camp, the Lithgow way,
He form’d the Buffs behind to stay,
In trust, to cover the retreat,
Which was nought but a pannick fright:
For had they kept their camp, I’m sure,
The Clans wou’d soon have left the Muir;
For there was but few who kept th’ field,
Many dispers’d to seek for bield.