Begouth to reckon kin and blude,
He raise and rax’d him quhair he stude,
And bade him match him with his marrows;
Then Tyndal hard these reseuns rude,
And they lute aff a flight of arrows.
Then was ther nocht but bow and speir,
And ilka man pullit out a brand,
A Schaftan and a Fennick their,
Gude Symington was slain frae hand.
The Scotismen cryd on uther to stand,