For should they level ere so low,
Shot, down the hill is loth to go;
And though they ply’d them ne’er so warm
In such a posture could not harm.
But the Duke’s cannon so conceal’d,
They thought he’d got none on that field,
In the centre-line he did them screen,
That they at all could not be seen.
Straight on their front he did advance,
On right and left his made a stance: