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Musselburgh Field 
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 
All that night they camped there, Soe did the Scotts, both stout and stubborne; But, "Welladay," it was their song, For we haue taken them in their owne turne. 
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 woud haue stayed till they had been woone. 
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. 
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 any a rank coward was put to flight. 
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 so fast that the fell on their nose. 
The Lord Huntly, wee had him there; With him hee brought ten thousand men, Yett, God be thanked, wee made them such a banquett That none of them returned again. 
We chased them to Dalkeith ... 
Child #172 From Child, from Percy Battle occurred in 1547 SOF 
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