Fitz James’s horse, for all their pride,
Unto the rear were fain to ride.
The Duke’s right stood and saw the fun,
Some reg’ments never fir’d a gun;
They only twice or thrice presented,
But seeing them run it was prevented:
For the order was, that fire they don’t,
Till within few paces of their front.
So when they see’d them so present,
Back they fled with one consent,