Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men,
I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
’Till we o’ertook the spoil-encumber’d foe.
We fought and conquer’d. ’Ere a sword was drawn,
An arrow from my bow had pierc’d their chief,
Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Returning home in triumph, I disdain’d
The shepherd’s slothful life; and having heard
That our good king had summon’d his bold peers
To lead their warriors to the Carron side,