No put the bussing on thair theis,
And sae they fled with all thair main,
Doun owre the brae lyke clogged beis.
Sir Francis Russel tane was thair,
And hurt, as we heir men reherse;
Proud Wallingtoun was wounded sair,
Albeit he was a Fennick ferss,
But gif ze wald a souldier serche
Amang them all was tane that night,
Was nane sae wordie of our verse