As they were dy'd in grain.
The Britains thro' the Woods pursu'd,
The nimble French to take;
And with their Cries the Hills and Dales,
And every Tree did shake.
The Duke then to the Wood did come,
In hopes Vendosme to meet;
When lo! the Prince of Carignan
Fell at his Grace's Feet.
Oh! Gentle Duke forbear, forbear,