Into the wood did quickly run.
Clun stood their motions to behold,
The others ran to the Prince and told:
He sleeping was in another hut,
Farther in the wood and more remote;
They plainly said, they were surrounded;
Then up he rose, no wise confounded,
Says he, My lads, review your guns,
And let us die like Scotland’s sons,
For me, I’ve been a shooter bred,