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222 THE BATTLE OF BALKINNES. |
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For they had meikle neid, They woned them unto the dead,
As kirkmen could devys; Syne prayed to God that they might speed 9s
Off thair guid enterpryse.
Then evirie man himself did arme,
To meit Mackallanmorne, Unto Strathdoune quho did great harme
The Wednesday beforne. too
As lyounes does poore lambes devoure,
With bloodie teethe and naillis, They burnt the biggingis, tuik the store,
Syne slewe the peopillis sellis.
Besyd all this hie crueltie, 10s
He said, ere he should ceass, The standing stonnes of Strathbolgie
Sohould be his palione place. Bot Huntlie said, " With Godis grace,
First we sail fight them ones; no
Perchance that they may tak the chess,
Ere they come to the stonnes."
Thir lordis keipt on at afternoone,
With all thair warrmen wight; Then sped up to Cabrach sone, 115
Whair they bed all that night. Upone the morne, quhen day was light,
They rose and maid them boune Intill ane castell that stood on hight,
They call it Auchindoune. 120 |
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