One day his march was here suspended,
The broken bridge for to get mended,
O’er which the foot were safely past,
And all the carriages at last.
The horsemen forded Forth at Drip,
Then to Dumblain they marched up.
While the army into Stirling lay,
They catched one they call’d a spy,
Whom Hawley, by some uncouth laws,
Condemn’d for carrying Charles’ pass,