It was an appointment with death for the King and thousands of his troops - maybe ten thousand or more. The battle was such a disaster that it was immortalized in a pipe lament, "The Flowers Of The Fields":
We heard that last week, at least in Commonwealth nations: this is the almost universal military funeral dirge. Indeed, there is a tradition among pipers that it is not to be played except at funerals and memorial services.
- We'll hae nae mair lilting, at the yowe-milking,
- Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
- Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
- The flowers of the forest are all wede away.
* I don't know how I missed an anniversary this significant (actually, I do: I was traveling back from helping Mom move and had been more or less off the Internet for a week).