Frae tyme they saw John Robson slain:
Quhat suld they cry! The King’s command
Culd cause nae cowards turn again.
Up raise the laird to red the cumber,
Quhilk wald not be for all his boist,
Quhat suld we do with sic a number,
Fyve thousand men into an hoist?
Then Henrie Purdie proud hes cost,
And verie narrowlie had mischiefd him,
And ther we had our Warden lost,