The Inglis archeris schot so fast, That, mycht thar schot haf had last, It had beyne hard to Scottis men. Bot King Robert, that weill can ken 50 That the archeris war perelous, And thar schot hard and richt grevous, Ordanit forrouth the assemble His Marschall with a gret menyhe, Fiff hundreth armyt weill in steill 55 That on licht hors war horsyt weill, For to prik emang the archeris, And sua assailyhe thame with speris That thai no laser haf to schute. This Marschall that I of mut, 60 That Schir Robert of Keth wes cald, As I befor has to yhow tald, Quhen that he saw the battalis swa Assemmyll and to-giddir ga, And saw the archeris schut stoutly, 65 With all thame of his cumpany In hy apon thame can he ryde, And our-tuk thame at a syde, And rushit emang thame sa roydly, Strikand thame sua dispitfully, 70 And in sic fusioune berand doune, And slayand thame without ransoune, That thai thame scalit evirilkane; And fra that time furth ther wes nane That assemlit sic schot till ma. 75 Quhen Scottis archeris saw at swa Thai war rebutit, thai wox hardy, With all thar mycht schot egirly Emang the hors-men that thar raid, And woundis wyde to thame thai maid, 80 And slew of thame a wele gret dele; Thai bar thame hardely and weill. For fra thair fais archeris were Scalit, as I have said yhow ere, That ma than thai war be gret thing, 85 Swa that thai dred nocht thar schuting, Thai wox so hardy that thame thoucht Thai suld set all thair fais at noucht.