And boldly the great griffin vp the hill is gone:
The antlet did lace them with arrowes so nere,
That buffits the Scots bare, they lacked none:
The cinquefoile also was stedfast as the stone,
And slewe of the Scots like a worthy wight:[1950]
So thy helpe, O Lord, preserude our prince his right.
21.
The yong white lyon was angry in that stounde,
And with his merry mariners the myrth him made,
His bells rang lay[1951] couched in the grounde,