“This day we’ve march’d enough, you’ll grant,
“T’ morrow we’ll make the rogues repent.”
—— With that the Highlanders appear’d
(While Cope huzza’d, mocked and jeer’d)
On the hill top bewest Tranent,
All in good order, for battle bent.
Then Cope began to Cannonade,
So back behind the hill they fled,
Thought it too hard to face his shot,
As ’tween them lay a ditch or moat;