Was that the soldiers had past their spies,
Which they had planted round about,
Them to inform of every rout:
This caus’d them be the more afraid,
And think they surely were betray’d.
Then a hill-top they march’d unto,
Where of the party they had a view,
And all around could no more spy,
Than what were of the first party.
Next to Mallantagart’s top they flee,