Marcht beneath Mowbraie’s ensigne proudly spread,
The northerne rout the valiant Bygod lead,
And the bold Britaines fauouring my right,
Were troopt by braue Mountgomerie valiant knight.
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Th’vsurping king seeing such sterne stormes to frowne,
On the first spring of his ambitious raigne,
Fearing the fall of his new-borne renowne,
Sought by insinuating words to gaine,
What by the sword he could not now maintaine,