English poem
King Edward
by James Miller (1860–1947)
These damned Scots, Nursed in the school of Douglas, practise well The arts of stratagem; but in the field Are arrant cowards, else they would not shun My chastisement. Thanks to my trusty doublet Well temper’d, else that minion’s thirsty dagger Had done its office. It is shameful thus To tarry, lords, while royal blood is spilt On such occasion.