Upon their rear, his front he led,
And near to Stirling marched by,
While the castle at him let fly;
But being too far, and badly serv’d,
Nought but terror was observed;
Which made th’ straglers mend their bicker,
And only run a pace the quicker;
Which kept them in from seeking plunder,
And cry, “That pe o’er muckle thunder.”
So through St. Ninian’s they passed wi’ speed;