That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnë’s best men
Lay gasping all upon the ground.
15.
Then like a mad man Jonnë laide about,
And like a mad man then fought hee,
Untill a falce Scot came Jonnë behinde,
And runn him through the faire boddee.
16.
Saying, ‘Fight on, my merry men all,
And see that none of you be taine;