The duke of Perth laught in his sleeve,
And Charles himself could scarce believe,
That Hawley was turn’d such a cow,
As flee when none was to pursue.
When those about heard of the flight,
They came and took the town that night.
Both town and camp left to their will,
As Hawley march’d on eastward still,
To Lithgow and Borrowstounness,
And some to Edinburgh did pass,