The Ballad of the Battle of Halidon Hill

"A little fro that foresaid town [Berwick], Halidon Hill, that is the name, There was cracked many a crown Of wild Scots, and als of tame. There was their banner borne all down, To mak sic boasts they war' to blame; But, nevertheless, ay are they boune To wait England with sorrow and shame.

Shame they have, as I hear say; At Dundee no is done their dance; And went they must another way, Even through Flanders into France. On Philip Valois fast cry they, There for to dwell, and him avance; And nothing list them than of play, Sin' them is tide this sary chance.

This sary chance is them betide, For they were false and wonder fell; For cursed caitiffs are they kid, And full treason, sooth to tell. Sir John the Cumin had they hid, In haly kirk they did him quell; And therefore many Scottis bride With dole are dight that they must dwell.

"Scots out of Berwick and of Aberdeen At the Bannockburn war ye too keen; There slew ye many saikless, as it was seen, And now has King Edward wroken it, I ween : It is wroken, I ween, well worth the while, Shame betide the Scots, for they are full of guile.

Where are the Scots of St. John's town? The boast of your banner is beaten all down; When ye boasting will bide, Sir Edward is boune For to Kindle you care, and crack your crown; He has cracked your crown, well worth the while; Shame betide the Scots, for they are full of guile.