“Now goe the foes to wracke,
The Karne apace do sweate,
And bagg pipe then instead of trompe
Doe lulle the backe retreate.
“Who hears the bagpipe now?
The pastyme is so hotte,
Our valiant captains will not cease
Till that the field be gotte.
“But still thei forward pearse,
Upon the glibbed route,