They took the hills on some design,

Where men on horse could hardly sit,

They speal’d the rocks like goat or cat.

Out o’r the top, above Red-ha’,

To th’ moor of Touch went one and a’,

And in that moor lay all that night,

Where Stirling castle’s in their sight,

About three miles south from the town,

Which made Gard’ner to leave his ground,

Who lay encampt in Stirling park,