It charg’d their appearing, appointing the day:
The provost, in its hearing,
The summons greatly fearing,
Appeal’d to his Maker, the same did deny.
At this were many griev’d,
As many misbeliev’d;
But forward they march’d to their destiny:
From thence to the border,
They march’d in good order,
The Merse-men and Forrest they join’d the array.