They washt their wounds in brinish teares,
But all wold not prevayle.
Theyr bodyes bathed in purple blood,
They bore with them away,
They kist them dead a thousand times
Ere they were cladd in clay.
The newes was brought to Eddenborrow
Where Scottland’s King did rayne,
That brave Erle Douglas soddainlye
Was with an arrow slaine.