The Scots now wished themselves home again,
And only strove their lives to save.
With corpses thick was Kringlen strewn;
High festal did the ravens keep;
The noblest blood that this day flowed
The Scottish maidens long did weep.
And not a soul of that array
To Scotland e'er returned to tell
His countrymen of that dark day,
And how the sad event befell.