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The king prepares his division	A
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Now Douglas furth his wayis tais	B
And in that selff tyme fell throw cais	B
That the king off Ingland quhen he	C
Was cummyn with his gret menye	D
Ner to the place as I said ar	E
Quhar Scottismen arayit war	F
He gert arest all his bataill	G
And other alsua to tak consaill	G
Quhether thai wald herbry thaim that nycht	H
Or than but mar ga to the fycht	H
The vaward that wist na thing	I
Off this arest na his dwelling	I
Raid to the Park all straucht thar way	J
Foroutyn stinting in gud aray	F
And quhen the king wist that thai wer	F
In hale bataill cummand sa ner	F
His bataill gert he weill aray	F
He raid apon a litill palfray	F
Laucht and joly arayand	H
His bataill with ane ax in hand	H
And on his bassynet he bar	F
Ane hat off quyrbolle ay quhar	F
And thar upon into taknyng	I
Ane hey croune that he wes king	I
	-
The king kills Henry de Bohun	A
	-
And quhen Glosyster and Herfurd wer	F
With thar bataill approchand ner	F
Befor thaim all thar come ridand	H
With helm on heid and sper in hand	H
Schyr Henry the Boune the worthi	K
That was a wycht knycht and a hardy	H
And to the erle off Herfurd cusyne	A
Armyt in armys gud and fyne	A
Come on a sted a bow schote ner	F
Befor all other that thar wer	F
And knew the king for that he saw	B
Him sua rang his men on raw	F
And by the croune that wes set	H
Alsua apon his bassynet	H
And towart him he went in hy	-
And quhen the king sua apertly	G
Saw him cum forouth all his feris	B
In hy till him the hors he steris	B
And quhen Schyr Henry saw the king	I
Cum on foroutyn abaysing	I
Till him he raid in full gret hy	-
He thocht that he suld weill lychtly	G
Wyn him and haf him at his will	G
Sen he him horsyt saw sa ill	G
Sprent thai samyn intill a ling	I
Schyr Hanry myssit the noble king	I
And he that in his sterapys stud	H
With the ax that wes hard and gud	H
With sua gret mayne raucht him a dynt	H
That nother hat na helm mycht stynt	H
The hevy dusche that he him gave	L
That ner the heid till the harnys clave	L
The hand ax schaft fruschit in twa	J
And he doune to the erd gan ga	I
All flatlynys for him faillyt mycht	H
This wes the fryst strak off the fycht	H
That wes perfornyst douchtely	G
And quhen the kingis men sa stoutly	G
Saw him rycht at the fyrst meting	I
Foroutyn dout or abaysing	I
Have slayne a knycht sua at a strak	I
Sic hardyment tharat gan thai tak	I
That thai come on rycht hardely	G
Quhen Inglismen saw thaim sa stoutly	G
Cum on tthai had gret abaysing	I
And specially for that the king	I
Sa smartly that gud knycht has slayne	A
That thai withdrew thaim everilkane	A
And durst nocht ane abid to fycht	H
Sa dred thai for the kingis mycht	H
And quhen the kingis men thaim saw	B
Sua in hale bataill thaim withdraw	B
A gret schout till thaim gan thai mak	I
And thai in hy tuk all the bak	I
And thai that folowit thaim has slane	A
Sum off thaim that thai haf ourtane	A
Bot thai war few forsuth to say	B
Thar hors fete had ner all away	B
Bot how sa quhoyne deyt thar	F
Rebutyt foulily thai war	F
And raid thar gait with weill mar schame	M
Be full fer than thai come fra hame	M
	-
Douglas admires the struggle of Moray and his men	A
	-
Quhen that the king reparyt was	B
That gert his men all leve the chas	B
The lordis off his cumpany	A
Blamyt him as thai durst gretumly	G
That he him put in aventur	F
To mete sa styth a knycht and sture	F
In sic poynt as he than wes sene	A
For thai said weill it mycht haiff bene	A
Cause off thar tynsaill everilkan	A
The king answer has maid thaim nane	A
Bot menyt hys handax schaft that sua	B
Was with the strak brokyn in twa	B
The Erle Thomas wes yete fechtand	H
With fayis apon athyr hand	H
And slew off thaim a quantite	H
Bot wery war his men and he	G
The quhether with wapynnys sturdely	G
Thai thaim defendyt manlely	G
Quhill that the Douglas come ner	F
That sped him on gret maner	F
And Inglismen that war fechtand	H
Quhen thai the Douglas saw ner hand	H
Thai wandyst and maid ane opynnyng	I
James of Douglas be thar relying	I
Knew that thai war discumfyt ner	F
Than bad thaim that with him wer	F
Stand still and pres na forthyrmar	F
'For thai that yonder fechtand ar '	-
He said 'ar off sa gret bounte	H
That thar fayis weill sone sall be	G
Discumfyt throu thar awne mycht	H
Thocht na man help thaim for to fycht	H
And cum we now to the fechting	I
Quhen thai ar at discumfiting	I
Men suld say we thaim fruschit had	H
And sua suld thai that caus has mad	H
With gret travaill and hard fechting	I
Los a part of thar loving	I
And it war syn to les thar prys	B
That off sa soverane bounte is	B
And he throu plane and hard fechting	I
Has her eschevyt unlikly thing	I
He sall haff that he wonnyn has '	-
	-
Moray's victory over Clifford's men	A
	-
The erle with that that fechtand was	B
Quhen he hys fayis saw brawland sua	B
And hy apon thaim gan he ga	I
And pressyt thame sa wonder fast	H
With hard strakys quhill at the last	H
Thai fled that dust abid ne mar	F
Bath hors and men slane left thai thar	F
And held thar way in full gret hy	-
Nocht all togydder bot syndryly	G
And thai that war ourtane war slayn	A
The lave went till thar ost agayne	A
Off thar tynsall sary and wa	I
The erle that had him helpyn sua	B
And his als that wer wery	G
Hynt off thar bassynettis in hy	-
Till avent thaim for thai war wate	H
Thai war all helyt into swate	H
Thai semyt men forsuth Ik hycht	H
That had fandyt thar force in fycht	H
And sua did thai full douchtely	G
Thai fand off all thar cumpany	A
That thar wes bot a yuman slayne	A
And lovyt God and wes full fayne	A
And blyth that thai eschapyt sua	B
Towart the king than gan thai ga	I
And till him weill sone cummyn ar	F
He wyttyt at thaim of thar far	F
And glaidsome cher to thaim mad	H
For thai sa weile thaim borne had	H
Than pressyt into gret daynte	H
The erle off Murreff for to se	B
For his hey worschip and gret valour	F
All yarnyt to do him honour	F
Sa fast thai ran to se him thar	F
That ner all samyn assemblit ar	F
And quhen the gud king gan thaim se	B
Befor thaim sua assemblit be	G
Blyth and glaid that thar fayis wer	F
Rabutyt apon sic maner	F
A litill quhill he held him still	G
Syne on this wys he said his will	G
	-
The king asks his men whether they should stay and fight	H
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'Lordingis we aucht to love and luff	L
Allmychty God that syttis abuff	L
That sendis us sa fayr begynnyng	I
It is a gret discomforting	I
Till our fayis that on this wis	B
Sa sone has bene rabutyt twis	B
For quhen thai off thar ost sall her	F
And knaw suthly on quhat maner	F
Thar vaward that wes sa stout	H
And syne yone othyr joly rout	H
That I trow off the best men war	F
That thay mycht get amang thaim thar	F
War rebutyt sa sodanly	G
I trow and knawis it all clerly	G
That mony ane hart sall waverand be	G
That semyt er off gret bounte	H
And fra the hart be discumfyt	H
The body is nocht worth a myt	H
Tharfor I trow that gud ending	I
Sall folow till our begynnyng	I
The quhether I say nocht this you till	G
For that ye suld folow my will	G
To fycht bot in you all sall be	G
For gyff you thinkis spedfull that we	G
Fecht we sall and giff ye will	G
We leve your liking to fulfill	G
I sall consent on alkyn wis	B
To do rycht as ye will dyvys	B
tharfor sayis off your will planly '	-
And with a voce than gan thai cry	F
'Gud king foroutyn mar delay	G
Tomorne alsone as ye se day	G
Ordane you hale for the bataill	G
For doute off dede we sall nocht faill	G
Na na payn sall refusyt be	G
Quhill we haiff maid our countre fre '	-
	-
The king's address to his men the reasons for the fight	H
	-
Quhen the king had hard sa manlily	G
Thai spak to fechting and sa hardely	G
In hart gret gladschip can he ta	H
And said 'Lordingis sen ye will sua	B
Schaip we us tharfor in the mornyng	I
Sua that we be the sone rysing	I
Haff herd mes and buskyt weill	G
Ilk man intill his awn eschell	G
Without the palyounys arayit	H
In bataillis with baneris displayit	H
And luk ye na wis brek aray	F
And as ye luf me I you pray	F
That ilk man for his awne honour	F
Purvay him a gud baneour	F
And quhen it cummys to the fycht	H
Ilk man set hart will an	A