A little bewest of Seaton-town,
Picquets and spies went him around,
Lay undiscover’d till break of day,
Then rouz’d like lions for their prey,
In full brigades and oval form,
Upon Cope’s front came as a storm,
The orders were not for to fire,
Until they came a little nigh’r;
To sham the first fell to the ground,
By which means few receiv’d a wound: