And judging they might in the dark
Upon him have some rude design,
For which his camp he did resign,
But for Falkirk they march’d away,
And all that night in field they lay,
Between Larbour and Falkirk town,
Then the morrow were eastward bound,
Through Lithgow to Edinburgh went,
To meet with Cope was his intent.
When Charlie found that they were fled,