Here you will find the Long Poem The Brus Book XVI of poet John Barbour
[King Robert goes to Ireland] Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar, Had discomfyt Richard of Clar And of Irland all the barnage Thris throu his worthi vasselag 5 And syne with all his men of mayn Till Cragfergus wes cummyn agayn, The gud erle of Murreff Thomas Tuk leyff in Scotland for to pas, And he him levyt with a gruching, 10 And syne him chargyt to the king To pray him specialli that he Cum intill Irland him to se, For war thai bath into that land Thai suld fynd nane suld thaim withstand. 15 The erle furth thane his way has tane And till his schipping is he gayn And sayllyt weill out-our the se. Intill Scotland sone aryvit he, Syne till the king he went in hy, 20 And he resavyt him glaidsumly And speryt of his brodyr fayr And of journayis that thai had thar, And he him tauld all but lesing. Quhen the king left had the spering 25 His charge to the gud king tauld he, And he said he wald blythly se Hys brother and se the affer Off that cuntre and off thar wer. A gret mengye then gaderyt he, 30 And twa lordys of gret bounte The tane the Stewart Walter was The tother James of Douglas Wardanys in his absence maid he For to maynteyme wele the countre, 35 Syne to the se he tuk the way And at Lochriane in Galloway He schippyt with all his menye, To Cragfergus sone cummyn is he. Schyr Edward of his come wes blyth 40 And went doun to mete him swyth And welcummyt him with glaidsome cher, Sa did he all that with him wer And specially the erle Thomas Off Murreff that his nevo was, 45 Syne till the castell went thai yar And maid thaim mekill fest and far. Thai sojournyt that dayis thre And that in myrth and jolyte. [The Scots march south and an ambush is prepared for them] King Robert apon this kyn wis 50 Intill Irland aryvit is, And quhen in Cragfergus had he With his men sojournyt dayis thre Thai tuk to consaill that thai wald With thar folk thar wayis hald 55 Throu all Irland fra end till other. Schyr Edward than the kingis brother Befor in the avaward raid, The king himselff the rerward maid That had intill his cumpany 60 The erle Thomas that wes worthi. Thar wayis southwart haff thai tane And sone ar passyt Inderwillane. This wes in the moneth of May Quhen byrdis syngis in ilk spray 65 Melland thar notis with seymly soune For softnes of the swet sesoun, And levys off the branchys spredis And blomys brycht besid tham bredis And feldis ar strowyt with flouris 70 Well saverand of ser colouris And all thing worthis blyth and gay, Quhen that this gud king tuk his way To rid southwart as I said ar. The wardane than Richard of Clar 75 Wyst the king wes aryvyt sua And wyst that he schup him to ta His way towart the south contre, And of all Irland assemblit he Bath burges and chevalry 80 And hobilleris and yhumanry Quhill he had ner fourty thousand. Bot he wald nocht yet tak on hand With all his fayis in feld to fycht Bot he umbethocht him of ane slycht, 85 That he with all his gret menye Wald in a wod enbuschit be All prively besid the way Quhar that thar fayis suld away, And lat the avaward pas fer by 90 And syne assembill hardely On the rerward with all thar men. Thai did as thai divisyt then, In ane wod thai enbuschit wer, The Scottis ost raid by thaim ner 95 Bot thai na schawing of thaim maid. [The ambush of King Robert's men; the folly of Colin Campbell] Schyr Edward weill fer forouth rad With thaim that war of his menye, To the rerward na tent tuk he, And Schyr Richard of Clar in hy 100 Quhen Schyr Edward wes passyt by Send lycht yomen that weill couth schout To bykkyr the rerward apon fute. Then twa of thaim that send furth war At the wod sid thaim bykkerit thar 105 And schot amang the Scottismen. The king that had thar with him then Weill fyve thousand wicht and worthi Saw thai twa sa abandounly Schut amang thaim and cum sa ner. 110 He wist rycht weill withoutyn wer That thai rycht ner suppowall had, Tharfor a bidding has he mad That na man sall be sa hardy To prik at thaim, bot sarraly 115 Rid redy ay into bataill To defend gif men wald assail, 'For we sall sone, Ik undreta,' He said, 'haf for to do with ma.' Bot Schyr Colyne Cambell, that ner 120 Was by quhar thai twa yhumen wer Schoutand amang thaim hardily, Prykyt on thaim in full gret hy And sone the tane has our-tane And with the sper him sone has slane, 125 The tother turnyt and schot agayne And at the schot his hors has slane. With that the king come hastily And intill his malancoly With a trounsoun intill hys new 130 To Schyr Colyne sic dusche he geve That he dynnyt on his arsoun, Than bad he smertly tit him doun. Bot other lordis that wa