"I will not [shuit]," quothe Androw Gray,185
"Quhill they cum over zonder hill;
We have [an ower] guid caus this dey,
Through misgydins to spill.
Goe back, and bid our men byd still,
Quhill they cum to the plaine;190
Then sall my shuitting doe them ill,
I will not shuit in vaine."
"Shuit up, shuit up," quothe Capitane Ker,
"Shuit up, to our comfort!"
The firsten shot [it] was to neir,195
It lighted all to schort.
The nixtin shot thair foes hurt,
It lighted wounderous weill:
Quoth Androw Gray, "I sie ane sport,
"Goe toe, good mattes, and say the game,
Zonder folkis ar in a fray;
Lat sie how we can well with them,
Into thair disaray.
Goe, goe, it is not tyme to stay,205
All for my bennisoune;
Saue non this day ze may gar dye,
[Quhill ze the feild haue wonne."]
Then Errol haisted to the hight,
Whair he did battell byd;
[With him went] Auchindoune and Gight,
And Bonnitoune by his syd:220
Whair manie gentillman did with him byd,
Whos prais sould not be smored;
Bot Capitane Ker, that was thair gyde,
Red ay befoir my lord.
They war not manie men of werre,225
Bot they war wonder trewe;
With hagbutis, pistolet, bowe, and speare,
They did thair foes persewe,
Quhair bullettis, dartis, and arrowes flew,
Als thick as haill or raine,230
Quhilk manie hurt, and some they slew,
Of horss and gentillmen.
Huntlie maid haist to succour him,
And charged furiouslie,
Quhair manie menis sight grew dim,235
The shottis so thick did flie;
Quhilk gart right manie doghtie die,
Of some on euerie syd;
Argyll with his tald hoste did flie,
Bot Macklenne did abyd.240
Macklene had one ane habershoune,
Ilk lord had one ane jack;
Togidder feirc[e]lie are they rune,
With manie a gunes crack.
The splenderis of thair spearis they break,245
Flewe up into the air,
Quhilk boore doune maney on thair back,
Againe ros neuer mair.