Their Chiefs in council quickly chose
On the east side Cope to enclose,
South, north and west, he was hemm’d in,
No ways but one could at him win.
This was about the hour of two,
When first they did each other view.
The afternoon was fair and clear;
Yet Sir John Cope stopt all, we hear,
The fields are plain around Tranent,
Besouth the town grow whins and bent,