This deid so doughtilie was done,
As I hard trewe men tell,
Upone ane Thursday afternoone,
St. Franecis [ewill] befell.
Guid Auchindoune was slaine himself,325
With uther seven in battéll;
So was the Laird of Lochinzell,
Grate pitie was to tell.
Saying, "The ministers, I fear,
A bloody browst have brown,
For yesterday, withouthen mair,15
On the hill at Stradown,
I saw three lords in battle fight
Right furiously awhile,
Huntlie and Errol, as they hight,
Were both against Argyle.20
Turn back with me and ride a mile,
And I shall make it kend,
How they began, the form and stile,
And of the battles end."
Jamieson.
[36]. landis.
[88]. beed.
[91]. fraine.