Nought but their heels could them rescue;
We’ll cross the Forth, then take the hill
Where horse can do us little ill;
Thus take the South at any rate,
Arms and money we’ll surely get:
Then shall we be more fit by far,
To fight with men that’s learn’d in war.
And that in field open and plain,
The victory they’d surely gain;
The mountain road ’tween Forth and Clyde,