And schot amang them as we micht.
With help of God the game gade richt,
Frae tyme the foremost of them fell;
Hynd owre the know, without gude-nicht,
They ran with mony a schout and zell.
And after they had turnd again,
Zit Tyndall men they turnd again,
And had not bene the merchant packs,
There had bene mae of Scotland slain:
But Jesu gif the folk was fain