For by the shot fell not a few,
And many with bay’nets pierc’d thro’.
’Bove three hundred lay on the field,
Fifteen hundred were forced to yield,
The rest with Cope got clear away.
And so ended this bloody fray,
Since call’d the battle of Preston-pans,
Fought by John Cope and Charlie’s clans,
September the twenty-first day,
Below Tranent a little way;