Although they did for quarters cry,
The vulgar clans made this reply,
“Quarters! you curst soldiers, mad,
“It is o’er soon to go to bed.”
Had not their officers and chiefs
Sprung in and begg’d for their reliefs,
They had not left one living there:
For in a desp’rate rage they were,
’Cause many clans were hack’d and slain;
Yet of their loss they let not ken: