Here you will find the Long Poem The Brus Book XII of poet John Barbour
[The king prepares his division] Now Douglas furth his wayis tais, And in that selff tyme fell throw cais That the king off Ingland quhen he Was cummyn with his gret menye 5 Ner to the place, as I said ar, Quhar Scottismen arayit war, He gert arest all his bataill And other alsua to tak consaill Quhether thai wald herbry thaim that nycht 10 Or than but mar ga to the fycht. The vaward that wist na thing Off this arest na his dwelling Raid to the Park all straucht thar way Foroutyn stinting in gud aray, 15 And quhen the king wist that thai wer In hale bataill cummand sa ner His bataill gert he weill aray. He raid apon a litill palfray Laucht and joly arayand 20 His bataill with ane ax in hand, And on his bassynet he bar Ane hat off quyrbolle ay-quhar, And thar-upon into taknyng Ane hey croune that he wes king. [The king kills Henry de Bohun] 25 And quhen Glosyster and Herfurd wer With thar bataill approchand ner Befor thaim all thar come ridand With helm on heid and sper in hand Schyr Henry the Boune the worthi, 30 That was a wycht knycht and a hardy And to the erle off Herfurd cusyne, Armyt in armys gud and fyne Come on a sted a bow-schote ner Befor all other that thar wer, 35 And knew the king for that he saw Him sua rang his men on raw And by the croune that wes set Alsua apon his bassynet, And towart him he went in hy. 40 And quhen the king sua apertly Saw him cum forouth all his feris In hy till him the hors he steris. And quhen Schyr Henry saw the king Cum on foroutyn abaysing 45 Till him he raid in full gret hy, He thocht that he suld weill lychtly Wyn him and haf him at his will Sen he him horsyt saw sa ill. Sprent thai samyn intill a ling, 50 Schyr Hanry myssit the noble king And he that in his sterapys stud With the ax that wes hard and gud With sua gret mayne raucht him a dynt That nother hat na helm mycht stynt 55 The hevy dusche that he him gave That ner the heid till the harnys clave. The hand-ax schaft fruschit in twa, And he doune to the erd gan ga All flatlynys for him faillyt mycht. 60 This wes the fryst strak off the fycht That wes perfornyst douchtely, And quhen the kingis men sa stoutly Saw him rycht at the fyrst meting Foroutyn dout or abaysing 65 Have slayne a knycht sua at a strak Sic hardyment tharat gan thai tak That thai come on rycht hardely. Quhen Inglismen saw thaim sa stoutly Cum on tthai had gret abaysing 70 And specially for that the king Sa smartly that gud knycht has slayne That thai withdrew thaim everilkane And durst nocht ane abid to fycht Sa dred thai for the kingis mycht. 75 And quhen the kingis men thaim saw Sua in hale bataill thaim withdraw A gret schout till thaim gan thai mak And thai in hy tuk all the bak, And thai that folowit thaim has slane 80 Sum off thaim that thai haf ourtane Bot thai war few forsuth to say Thar hors fete had ner all away. Bot how-sa quhoyne deyt thar Rebutyt foulily thai war 85 And raid thar gait with weill mar schame Be full fer than thai come fra hame. [Douglas admires the struggle of Moray and his men] Quhen that the king reparyt was That gert his men all leve the chas The lordis off his cumpany 90 Blamyt him as thai durst gretumly That he him put in aventur To mete sa styth a knycht and sture In sic poynt as he than wes sene, For thai said weill it mycht haiff bene 95 Cause off thar tynsaill everilkan. The king answer has maid thaim nane Bot menyt hys handax schaft that sua Was with the strak brokyn in twa. The Erle Thomas wes yete fechtand 100 With fayis apon athyr hand And slew off thaim a quantite, Bot wery war his men and he The-quhether with wapynnys sturdely Thai thaim defendyt manlely 105 Quhill that the Douglas come ner That sped him on gret maner, And Inglismen that war fechtand Quhen thai the Douglas saw ner-hand Thai wandyst and maid ane opynnyng. 110 James of Douglas be thar relying Knew that thai war discumfyt ner, Than bad thaim that with him wer Stand still and pres na forthyrmar. 'For thai that yonder fechtand ar,' 115 He said, 'ar off sa gret bounte That thar fayis weill sone sall be Discumfyt throu thar awne mycht Thocht na man help thaim for to fycht, And cum we now to the fechting 120 Quhen thai ar at discumfiting Men suld say we thaim fruschit had, And sua suld thai that caus has mad With gret travaill and hard fechting Los a part of thar loving, 125 And it war syn to les thar prys That off sa soverane bounte is. And he throu plane and hard fechting Has her eschevyt unlikly thing He sall haff that he wonnyn has.' [Moray's victory over Clifford's men] 130 The erle with that that fechtand was Qu