To Bannockburn they did proceed,
There on the moor lay down to rest,
And from their friends got a repast,
Of what the country could afford,
As of ’munition they were not stor’d;
Neither of bread nor baggage carts,
Got bread and ale to cheer their hearts.
Came crowding in many a hunder
And all to keep them back from plunder;
As hunger will make men to steal.