This character he’s left behind

Military men there’s few of ’s kind.

The poor foot, on field, I can’t forget,

Who now were caught as in a net,

From ’bove Cow-canny to Preston-dyke,

About a mile or near the like,

They were beat backward by the clans,

Along the crofts ’bove Preston-pans,

Till the high dyke held them again,

Where many taken were and slain;