But orders met them by the road,
That night to stop at the Torwood:
Because against the morning light,
Their army would be there on sight.
The council call’d at Bannockburn,
Where all agreed for to return
And fight the Duke, whate’er betide,
But his Lowland men would not ’bide;
These Nor’landers swore by their saul
That Cumberland would kill them all.