172A: Musselburgh Field

172A.1 ON the tenth day of December,

And the fourth yeere of King Edwards raigne,

Att Musleboorrowe, as I remember,

Two goodly hosts there mett on a plaine. 172A.2 All that night they camped there,

Soe did the Scotts, both stout and stubborne;

But "[wellaway,"] it was their song,

For wee haue taken them in their owne turne. 172A.3 Over night they carded for our English mens coates;

They fished before their netts were spunn;

A white for sixpence, a red for two groates;

Now wisdome wold haue stayed till they had been woone. 172A.4 Wee feared not but that they wold fight,

Yett itt was turned vnto their owne paine;

Thoe against one of vs that they were eight,

Yett with their owne weapons wee did them beat. 172A.5 On the twelfth day in the morne

The made a face as the wold fight,

But many a proud Scott there was downe borne,

And many a ranke coward was put to flight. 172A.6 But when they heard our great gunnes cracke,

Then was their harts turned into their hose;

They cast down their weapons, and turned their backes,

They ran soe fast that the fell on their nose. 172A.7 The Lord Huntley, wee had him there;

With him hee brought ten thousand men,

Yett, God bee thanked, wee made them such a banquett

That none of them returned againe. 172A.8 Wee chased them to D[alkeith] * * * * *