Which kill’d Glengary as he past,
Dead on the street it laid him fast.
They siezed the fellow and did bang him,
Would give no time to judge or hang him;
But with guns and swords upon him drave,
Which made him minch-meat for the grave.
For Stirling then they march’d again,
With prisoners and all their train:
To Blackney new summons were given
For to surrender, or be driven