Chapter IV: Part 4

Sternys, be than, began for till apper, 125
The Inglissmen was cummand wondyr ner;
Fyve hundreth haill was in thair chewalry:
To the next strenth than Wallace couth him hy.
Stewyn off Irland, wnwitting of Wallas,
And gud Kerlé, baid still ner hand that place, 130
At the mur syde, in till a scrogghy slaid,
Be est Dipplyne quhar thai this tary maid.
Fawdoun was left besid thaim on the land;
The power come, and sodeynly him fand:
For thair sloith hund the graith gait till him yeid, 135
Off othir trade scho tuk as than no heid.
The sloith stoppyt, at Fawdoune still scho stude;
Nor forthir scho wald, fra tyme scho fand the blud.
Inglissmen dempt, for ellis thai couth nocht tell,
Bot at the Scottis had fochtyn amang thaim sell. 140
Rycht wa thai war that losyt was thair sent.
Wallace twa men amang the ost in went;
Dissemblit weylle, that no man suld thaim ken,
Rycht in affer, as thai war Inglissmen.
Kerlé beheld on to the bauld Heroun, 145
Vpon Fawdoun as he was lukand doune,
A suttell straik wpwart him tuk that tide,
Wndir the chokkeis the grounden suerd gart glid,
By the gude mayle bathe halss and his crag bayne
In sondyr straik; thus endyt that cheftayne. 150
To grounde he fell, feile folk about him thrang,
Tresoune! thai criyt, traytouris was thaim amang.
Kerlye with that fled out sone at a side;
His falow Stewyn than thocht no tyme to bide.
The fray was gret, and fast away thai yeid, 155
Lawch towart Ern; thus chapyt thai of dreid.
Butler for woo off wepyng mycht nocht stynt.
Thus raklesly this gud knycht [haiff] thai tynt.
Thai demyt all that it was Wallace men,
Or ellis him self, thocht thai couth nocht him ken. 160
“He is rycht ner, we sall him haif but faill;
“This febill woode may him litill awaill.”
Fourtie thar past agayne to Sanct Jhonstoun,
With this dede corss, to berysing maid it boune.
Partyt thar men, syne diuerss wayis raid; 165
A gret power at Dipplyn still thar baid.
Till Dawryoch the Butler past but let; Fol. 23 b
At syndry furdis the gait thai wmbeset;
To kepe the wode quhill it was day [thai] thocht.
As Wallace thus in the thik forrest socht, 170
For his twa men in mynd he had gret payne;
He wist nocht weill giff thai war tayne or slayne,
Or chapyt haile be ony jeperté.
Threttene war left with him, no ma had he.
In the Gask hall thair lugyng haif thai tayne; 175
Fyr gat thai sone, bot meyt than had thai nane.
Twa scheipe thai tuk besid thaim of a fauld,
Ordanyt to soupe in to that sembly hauld;
Graithit in haist sum fude for thaim to dycht:
So hard thai blaw rude hornyss wpon hycht. 180
Twa sende he furth to luk quhat it mycht be;
Thai baid rycht lang, and no tithingis herd he,
Bot boustouss noyis so brymly blew and fast:
So othir twa in to the woode furth past.
Nane come agayne, bot boustously can blaw. 185
In to gret ire he send thaim furth on raw.
Quhen he allayne Wallace was lewyt thar,
The awfull blast aboundyt mekill mayr.
Than trowit he weill thai had his lugyng seyne;
His suerd he drew of nobill mettall keyne, 190
Syn furth he went quhar at he hard the horne.
With out the dur Fawdoun was him beforn,
As till his sycht, his awne hed in his hand;
A croyss he maid, quhen he saw him so stand
At Wallace in the hed he swaket thar; 195
And he in haist sone hynt [it] by the hair,
Syne out agayne at him he couth it cast;
In till his hart he was gretlye agast.
Rycht weill he trowit that was no spreit of man;
It was sum dewill, at sic malice began. 200
He wyst no waill thar langar for to bide,
Vp throuch the hall thus wicht Wallace can glid,
Till a closs stair; the burdis raiff in twyne,
Fyftene fute large he lap out of that in.
Wp the wattir sodeynlye he couth fair; 205
Agayne he blent quhat perance he sawe thair.
Him thocht he saw Faudoun that hugly syr;
That haill hall he had set in a fyr;
A gret raftre he had in till his hand.
Wallace as than no langar walde he stand, 210
Off his gud men full gret meruaill had he,
How thai war tynt throuch his feyle fantasé.
Traistis rycht weill all this was suth in deide,
Supposs that it no poynt be of the creide.
Power thai had witht Lucifer that fell, 215
The tyme quhen he partyt fra hewyn to hell.
Be sic myscheiff giff his men mycht be lost, Fol. 24 a
Drownyt or slayne amang the Ingliss ost;
Or quhat it was in liknes of Faudoun,
Quhilk brocht his men to suddand confusioun; 220
Or gif the man endyt in ewill entent,
Sum wikkit spreit agayne for him present;
I can nocht spek of sic diuinité,
To clerkis I will lat all sic materis be:
Bot of Wallace, furth I will yow tell. 225
Quhen he wes went of that perell fell,
Yeit glaid wes he that he had chapyt swa:
Bot for his men gret murnyng can he ma;
Flayt by him self to the Maker off buffe,
Quhy he sufferyt he suld sic paynys pruff. 230
He wyst nocht weill giff it wes Goddis will,
Rycht or wrang his fortoun to fullfill:
Hade he plesd God, he trowit it mycht nocht be
He suld him thoill in sic perplexité.
Bot gret curage in his mynd euir draiff, 235
Off Inglissmen thinkand amendis to haiff.

As he was thus walkand be him allayne
Apon Ern side, makand a pytuouss mayne,
Schyr Jhone Butler, to wache the furdis rycht,
Out fra his men of Wallace had a sicht. 240
The myst wes went to the montanys agayne;
Till him he raid; quhar at he maid his mayne
On loude he sperde; “Quhat art thow walkis that gait?”
‘A trew man, Schyr, thocht my wiagis be layt;
‘Erandis I pass fra Doun to my lord, 245
‘Schir Jhon Sewart; the rycht for [till] record,
‘In Doune is now, new cummyn fra the king.’
Than Butler said; “This is a selcouth thing.
“Thou leid all out, thow has beyne with Wallace;
“I sall the knaw, or thou cum of this place.” 250
Till him he stert the courser wondyr wicht,
Drew out a suerd, so maid [hym] for to lycht.
Abowne the kne gud Wallas has him tayne,
Throw the and brawn in sondyr straik the bayne;
Derffly to dede the knycht fell on the land. 255
Wallace the horss sone sesyt in his hand,
Ane awkwart straik syne tuk him in the sted,
His crag in twa; thus was the Butler dede.
Ane Inglissman saw thair chiftayne wes slayn;
A sper in reyst he kest with all his mayne, 260
On Wallace draiff, fra the horss him to ber.
Warly he wrocht, as worthi man in wer:
The sper he wan with outyn mor abaid;
On horss he lap, and throw a gret rout raid. Fol. 24 b
To Dawryoch he knew the forss full weill. 265
Befor him come feyll stuffyt in fyne steill:
He straik the fyrst but baid in the blasoune.
Quhill horss and man bathe flet the wattir doune.
Ane othir sone doune fra his horss he bar,
Stampyt to grounde, and drownyt with outyn mar. 270
The thrid he hyt in his harness of steyll,
Throw out the cost; the sper to brak sumdeyll.
The gret power than efftir him can ryd:
He saw na waill no langar thar to byd.
His burnyst brand braithly in hand he bar. 275
Quham he hytt rycht, thai folowit him no mar.
To stuff the chass feyll frekis folowit fast;
Bot Wallace maid the gayast ay agast.
The mur he tuk, and throw thair power yeid;
The horss was gud, bot yeit he had gret dreid 280
For failyeing or he wan to a strenth.
The chass was gret, scalyt our breid and lenth;
Throw strang danger thai had him ay in sycht.
At the Blakfurd thar Wallace doune can lycht;
His horss stuffyt, for the way was depe and lang; 285
A large gret myile wichtly on fute couth gang.
Or he was horst, rydaris about him kest;
He saw full weyll lang swa he mycht nocht lest.
Sad men in deid wpon him can renew;
With retornyng that nycht twenty he slew. 290
The forseast ay rudely rabutyt he,
Kepyt hys horss, and rycht wysely can fle;
Quhill that he cum the myrkest mur amang.
His horss gaiff our, and wald no forthyr gang.
Wallace on fute tuk him with gud entent: 295
The horss he straik, or that he fra him went;
His houch sennownnis he cuttyt all atanyss,
And left him thus besyde the standand stanys;
For Sotheron men no gud suld off him wyn.
In heich haddyr Wallace and thai can twyn. 300
Throuch that doun with to Forth sadly he soucht.
Bot sodandly thar come in till his thocht,
Gret power wok at Stirlyng bryg off tre.
Seychand he said; “No passage is for me.
“For want off fude, and I haiff fochtyn lang, 305
“On wer men now me thynk no tyme to gang.
“At Kamyskynnett I sall the wattir till;
“Lat God abowne do with me quhat he will!
“In to this land lang[er] I may nocht byd.”
Tary he maid sum part on Forthis syd; 310
Tuk off his weid, and graithit him but mar;
Hys swerd he band, that wondyr scharply schar,
Amang his ger, be his schuldrys on loft.
Thus in he went, to gret God prayand oft, Fol. 25 a
Off his hye grace the causs to tak on hand. 315
Our the wattyr he swame to the south land;
Arayede him sone; the sessone was rycht cauld,
For Piscis was in tyll his dayis of auld.

Our thwort the Kerss to the Torwode he yeide;
A wedow thar duelt that helpyt him in neid. 320
Thiddyr he come or day begouth to daw,
Till a wyndow, and prewaly couth caw.
Thai sperd his nayme; bot tell thaim wald he nocht,
Quhill scho hir selff ner till his langage socht.
Fra tyme scho wist at it was wicht Wallace, 325
Reiossyt scho wes, and thankit God off his grace.
Scho sperd sone, quhy he was him allayne.
Murnand, he said; “As now may haiff I nane.”
Scho askyt him, quhar at his men suld be.
“Feyr deyme,” he said, “go get sum meit for me; 330
“I haiff fastyt syne yhisterday at morn:
“I dreid full sar that my men be forlorn.
“Gret part off thaim to the dede I saw dycht.”
Scho gat him meyt in all the haist scho mycht.
A woman he cald, and als with hyr a child; 335
Syne bade thaim pass agayne thai wayis wild,
To the Gask-hall, tithingis for to sper,
Giff part war left of his men in to fer;
And scho suld fynd a horss sone in hir gait.
He bad thaim se giff that place stud in stait: 340
Tharoff to her he had full gret desyr,
Be causs he thocht that it was all in fyr.
Thai passyt furth with outyn tary mar.
Him for to rest, Wallace ramaynit thar.
Refreschit he wes with meyte, drynk, and with heit; 345
Quhilk causyt him throuch naturall courss to weit
Quhar he suld sleipe, in sekyrnes to be.
The wedow had off hyr awne sonnys thre.
Fyrst twa off thaim scho send to kepe Wallace;
And gert the thrid go sone to Dwnypace; 350
And tald his eyme, that he was hapnyt thar.
The persone yeid to se of his weyllfar.
Wallace to sleipe [was] laid in the wood syde;
The twa yong men with out hym ner couth byd.
The persone come ner, and thar maner saw; 355
Thai beknyt him to quhat stede he suld draw.
The rone wes thik that Wallace slepyt in;
About he yeid, and maid bot litill dyn.
So at the last of him he had a sycht,
Full prewalye how that his bed was dycht. 360
He him beheld, and said syne to him sell;
“Her is merwaill, quha likis it to tell;
“That a persone, be worthines of hand, Fol. 25 b
“Trowys to stop the powér of Ingland.
“Now falss fortoune, the myswyrkar of all, 365
“Be awentur has gyffyn him a fall,
“At he is left with out supple of ma;
“A cruell wyff with wapynnys mycht him sla.”
Wallace him herd, quhen his slepe ouerpast;
Fersly he rayss, and said till him als fast; 370
‘Thou leid, falss preyst, war thow a fa to me,
‘I wald nocht dreid sic othir ten as the.
‘I haiff had mar syne yhistirday at morn,
‘Than syk sexty war semblyt me beforn.’
His eyme him tuk, and went furth with Wallace: 375
He tald till him off all his paynfull cace.
‘This nycht,’ he said, ‘I was left me allayne,
‘In feyle debait with enemyss mony ane.
‘God at his will my liff did ay to kepe:
‘Our Forth I swame, that awfull is and depe. 380
‘Quhat I haiff had in wer befor this day,
‘Presoune and payne, to this nycht was bot play;
‘So bett I am with strakis sad and sar;
‘The cheyle wattir vrned me mekill mar;
‘Eftir gret blud throu heit in cauld was brocht, 385
‘That off my lyff almost no thing I roucht.
‘I meyn fer mar the tynsell off my men,
‘Na for my selff, mycht I suffir sic ten.’
The persone said; “Der sone, thow may se weyll,
“Langar to stryff it helpis nocht adeyll, 390
“Thi men ar lost, and nayne will with the ryss;
“For Goddis [saik,] wyrk as I sall dewyss.
“Tak a lordschipe, quhar on at thow may liff;
“King Eduuard wald gret landis to the giff.”
‘Wncle,’ he said, ‘off sic wordis no mar; 395
‘This is no thing bot eking off my car.
‘I lik bettir to se the Sothren de,
‘Than gold or land that thai can giff to me.
‘Trastis, rycht weyll of wer I will nocht cess,
‘Quhill tyme that I bryng Scotland in to pess, 400
‘Or de tharfor, in playne to wndrestand.’
So come Kerlé, and gud Stewyn of Irland;
The wedowis sone to Wallace he thaim broucht.
Fra thai him saw, of na sadnes thai roucht;
For perfyt joy thai wepe with all thair eyne; 405
To ground thai fell, and thankit hewynnys queyn.
Als he was glaid for reskew off thaim twa;
Off thair feris leyffand was left no ma.
Thai tald him that Schyr Garrat wes dede;
How thai had weyll eschapyt of that stede. 410
Throuch the Oychall thai had gayne all that nycht,
Till Quenysferry, or that the day was brycht; Fol. 26 a
How a trew Scot, for kyndnes off Wallace,
Brocht thaim sone oure, syne kend thaim to that place:
Als Kerlé wyst, gyff Wallace leyffand war, 415
Nere Dwnypace that he suld fynd him thar.
The persone gart gud purwiance for thaim dycht.
In the Torwode thai lugyt all that nycht;
Quhill the woman, that Wallace north had send,
Retornd agayne, and tald him till ane end, 420
Quhat Inglissmen in the way scho fand dede:
Feyll was fallyn fey in mony syndry stede.
The horss scho saw that Wallace had berefft,
And the Gask hall standand as it was left,
With out harme, nocht sterd off it a stane; 425
Bot off his men gud tithingis scho gat nane.
Tharoff he grewyt gretlye in that tyd:
In the forrest he wald no langar bid.
The wedow him gaiff part off siluer brycht;
Twa of hyr sonnys, that worthi war and wycht. 430
The thrid scho held becauss he lakit age,
In wer as than mycht nocht wyn wesselage.
The persone than gat thaim gud horss and ger:
Bot wa he was, his mynd was all in wer.

Thus tuk he leyff with owtyn langar abaid: 435
In Dundaff mur that sammyn nycht he raid.
Schir Jhone the Grayme, quhilk lord wes of that land,
Ane agyt knycht had made nane othir band;
Bot purchest pess in rest he mycht bide still,
Tribute payit full sore agayne his will. 440
A sone he had, bathe wyss, worthi and wicht;
Alexander the ferss at Berweik maid him knycht,
Quhar schawyn wes off battaill till haif beyne,
Betuex Scottis and the bauld Persie keyne.
This yong Schyr Jhone rycht nobill wes in wer 445
On a braid scheyld his fadyr gert him swer,
He suld be trew till Wallace in all thing,
And he till him, quhill lyff mycht in thaim ryng.
Thre nychtis thar Wallace baid out off dreid;
Restyt him weill, swa had he mekill neid. 450
On the ferd day he wald no langar bide:
Schir Jhone the Grayme bownyt with him to ryd;
And he said; nay, as than it suld nocht be:
“A playne part yeit I will nocht tak on me.
“I haiff tynt men throw my [ouer] rakless deid: 455
“A brynt child mayr sayr the fyr will dreid.
“Freyndis haiff I sum part in Clyddysdaill;
“I will go se quhat may thai me awaill.”
Schir Jhon ansuerd; ‘I will your consaill do;
‘Quhen yhe se tyme, send priwalé me to: 460 Fol. 26 b
‘Than I sall cum with my powér in haist.’
He him betuk on to the haly Gaist,
Saynct Jhone to borch, thai suld meite haill and sound.
Out off Dundaff he and thir four couth found;
In Bothwell mur that nycht remaynyt he, 465
With ane Craufurd that lugyt him preualé.
Wpon the morn to the Gilbank he went;
Rasauit was with mony glaid entent:
For his deyr eyme, yong Auchinlek, duelt thar,
Brothyr he was to the schirreff off Ayr. 470
Quhen auld Schyr Ranald till his dede wes dycht,
Than Auchinlek weddyt that lady brycht,
And childyr gat, as storyess will record,
Off Lesmahago, for he held off that lord.
Bot he wes slayne, gret peté wes the mar, 475
With Perseys men, in [to] the toun of Ayr.
His sone duelt still, than nynetene yeris off age,
And brokit haille his fadris heretage.
Tribute he payit for all his landis braid,
To lord Persie, as hys brodyr had maid. 480

I leyff Wallace, with his der wncle still;
Off Inglissmen yeit sum thing spek I will.
A messynger sone throw the contré yeid,
To lord Persie thai tald this fellone deid;
Kynclewyn was brynt, brokyn, and castyn doun, 485
The captayn dede off it and Saynt Jhonstoun;
The Loran als, at Schortwod schawis scheyn;
In to that land, gret sorow has beyne seyn
Throuch wicht Wallace, that all this deid has done;
“The toune he spyit, and that forthocht we sone. 490
“Butler is slayne, with douchty men and deyr.”
In aspre spech the Persye than can speyr;
“Quhat worth of him? I pray you graithlye tell.”
‘My lord,’ he said, ‘rycht thus the case befell.
‘We knaw for treuth he was left him allayne; 500
‘And, as he fled, he slew full mony ayne.
‘The horss we fand, that him that gait couth ber;
‘Bot of hym self no othyr word we her.
‘At Styrlyng bryg we wait he passit nocht;
‘To dede in Forth he may for vs be brocht.’ 505
Lorde Persye said; “Now suthlye that war syne;
“So gud of hand is nayne this warld within.
“Had he tayne pess, and beyne our kingis man,
“The haill empyr he mycht haiff conquest than.
“Gret harme it is, our knychtis that ar ded; 510
“We mon ger se for othir in thair sted.
“I trow nocht yeit at Wallace losyt be:
“Our clerkys sayis, he sall ger mony de.” Fol. 27 a
The messynger said; ‘All that suth has beyne;
‘Mony hundreth, that cruell war and keyne, 515
‘Sene he begane, ar lost with out ramede.’
The Persye said; “Forsuth he is nocht ded;
“The crukis off Forth he knawis wondyr weylle;
“He is on lyff, that sall our natioune feill.
“Quhen he is strest, than can he swym at will; 520
“Gret strenth he has, bathe wyt and grace thartill.”
A messynger the lord chargyt to wend;
And this commaunde in wryt with him he send.
Schir Jhone Sewart gret schirreff than he maid
Off Sanct Jhonstoun, and all thai landis braid. 525
In till Kynclewyn thar duelt nane agayne;
Thar wes left nocht bot brokyn wallis in playne.
Leiff I thaim thus reulland the landis thar;
And spek I will off Wallace glaid weillfar.
He send Kerlé to Schyr Ranald the knycht, 530
Till Boyd and Blayr that worthi war and wicht,
And Adam als, his cusyng, gud Wallace;
To thaim declarde of all this paynfull cass.
Off his eschaipe out off that cumpany,
Rycht wondyr glaid was this gud chewalry: 535
Fra tyme thai wyst that Wallace leiffand was,
Gude expensis till him thai maid to pass.
Maister Jhone Blayr was offt in that message,
A worthy clerk, bath wyss and rycht sawage.
Lewyt he was befor in Paryss toune. 540
Amang maistris in science and renoune.
Wallace and he at hayme in scule had beyne;
Sone eftirwart, as verité is seyne,
He was the man that pryncipall wndirtuk,
That fyrst compild in dyt the Latyne buk 545
Off Wallace lyff, rycht famouss of renoune;
And Thomas Gray persone off Libertoune.
With him thai war, and put in story all,
Offt ane or bath, mekill of his trauaill;
And tharfor her I mak off thaim mencioune. 550
Master Jhone Blayr to Wallace maid him boune;
To se his heyle his comfort was the mor,
As thai full oft togyddyr war befor.
Syluer and gold thai gaiff him for to spend;
Sa dyde he thaim frely, quhen God it send. 555
Of gud weylfayr as than he wantyt nane.
Inglissmen wyst he was left him allane.
Quhar he suld be was nayne off thaim couth say,
Drownyt or slayne, or eschapyt away:
Tharfor off him thai tuk bot litill heid; 560
Thai knew him nocht, the less he was in dreid.
All trew Scottis gret fauour till him gaiff, Fol. 27 b
Quhat gude thai had he mysterit nocht to craiff.

The pess lestyt, that Schyr Ranald had tayne;
Thai four monethis it suld nocht be out gane. 565
This Chrystismess Wallace ramaynyt thar,
In Laynrik oft till sport he maid repair.
Quhan that he went fra Gilbank to the toune,
And he fand men that was off that falss nacioune,
To Scotland thai dyde neuir grewance mar; 570
Sum stekyt thai, sum throttis in sondyr schar.
Feill war sone dede, bot nane wyst quha it was;
Quham he handlyt he leyt no forthir pass.
Thar Hesylryg duelt, that curssyt knycht to waill:
Schyrreff he was off all the landis haill, 575
Felloune, owtrage, dispitfull in his deid;
Mony off him tharfor had mekill dreid.
Merwaill he thocht quha durst his peple sla,
With out the toune he gert gret nowmir ga.
Quhen Wallace saw that thai war ma than he, 580
Than did he nocht but salust curtaslé.
All his four men bar thaim quietlik,
Na Sotheron couth deme thaim myss, pur no rik.
In Lanryk duelt a gentill woman thar,
A madyn myld, as my buk will declar, 585
Off auchteyn yeris ald or litill mor off age;
Alss born scho was till part off heretage.
Hyr fadyr was off worschipe and renoune,
And Hew Braidfute he hecht of Lammyngtoune,
As feylle othyr was in the contré calld; 590
Befor tyme thai gentill men war off ald.
Bot this gud man, and als his wiff wes ded.
The madyn than wyst off no othyr rede,
Bot still scho duelt on trewbute in the toune,
And purchest had king Eduuardis protectioune; 595
Serwandys with hyr, off freyndis at hyr will.
Thus leyffyt scho without desyr off ill;
A quiet houss, as scho mycht hald in wer,
For Hesylryg had done hyr mekill der;
Slayne hyr brodyr, quhilk eldast wes and ayr. 600
All sufferyt scho, and rycht lawly hyr bar;
Amyabill, so benyng, war, and wyss,
Curtass and swete, fulfillyt of gentryss,
Weyll rewllyt off tong, rycht haill of contenance,
Off wertuouss scho was worthi till awance; 605
Hummylly hyr led, and purchest a gud name,
Off ilkyn wicht scho kepyt her fra blame.
Trew rychtwyss folk a gret fauour hir lent. Fol. 28 a
Apon a day, to the kyrk as scho went,
Wallace hyr saw, as he his eyne can cast. 610
The prent off luff him punyeit at the last,
So asprely, throuch bewté off that brycht,
With gret wness in presence bid he mycht.
He knew full weyll hyr kynrent and hyr blud,
And how scho was in honest oyss and gud. 615
Quhill wald he think to luff hyr our the laiff,
And othir quhill he thocht on his dissaiff,
How that hys men was brocht to confusioun,
Throw his last luff he had in Saynct Jhonstoun.
Than wald he think to leiff and lat our slyd: 620
Bot that thocht lang in hys mynd mycht nocht byd.
He tauld Kerlé off his new lusty baille,
Syne askit hym off his trew best consaill.
“Maister,” he said, “as fer as I haiff feyll,
“Off lyklynes it may be wondyr weill. 625
“Sen ye sa luff, tak hir in mariage;
“Gudlye scho is, and als has heretage.
“Supposs at yhe in luffyng feill amyss,
“Gret God forbede it suld be so with this.”
‘To mary thus I can nocht yeit attend: 630
‘I wald of wer fyrst se a finaill end.
‘I will no mor allayne to my luff gang;
‘Tak tent to me, or dreid we suffer wrang.
‘To proffer [luff] thus sone I wald nocht preffe;
‘Mycht I leyff off, in wer I lik to leyff. 635
‘Quhat is this luff? no thing bot folychnes;
‘It may reiff men bathe witt and stedfastnes.’
Than said he thus; ‘This will nocht graithly be,
‘Amors and wer at anys to ryng in me.
‘Rycht suth it is, stude I in blis off luffe, 640
‘Quhar dedis war I suld the bettir pruff.
‘Bot weyle I wait, quhar gret ernyst is in thocht,
‘It lattis wer in the wysest wys be wrocht;
‘Less gyf it be, bot only till a deid:
‘Than he that thinkis on his luff to speid,
‘He may do weill, haiff he fortoun and grace. 645
‘Bot this standis all in ane othir cass;
‘A gret kynryk with feill fayis our set,
‘Rycht hard it is amendis for to get
‘At anys of thaim, and wyrk the obserwance 650
‘Quhilk langis luff, and all his frewill chance.
‘Sampill I haif; this me forthinkis sar:
‘I trow to God it sall be so no mar.
‘The trewth I knaw off this, and hyr lynage;
‘I knew nocht hyr, tharfor I lost a gage.’ 655 Fol. 28 b

To Kerlé he thus argownd in this kynd:
Bot gret desyr remaynyt in till his mynd,
For to behald that frely off fassoun.
A quhill he left, and come nocht in the toun;
On othir thing he maid his witt to walk, 660
Prefand giff he mycht off that languor slalk.
Quhen Kerlé saw he sufferit payne for thi,
“Der schyr,” he said, “ye leiff in slogardy;
“Go se youre luff, than sall yhe get comfort.”
At his consaill he walkit for to sport, 665
On to the kyrke quhar scho maid residence.
Scho knew him weille; bot, as of eloquence,
Scho durst nocht weill in presens till him kyth,
Full sor scho dred or Sotheron wald him myth:
For Hesilryg had a mater new begone, 670
And hyr desirde in mariage till his sone.
With hir madyn thus Wallace scho besocht
To dyne with hyr, and prewaly hym brocht
Throuch a garden scho had gart wyrk off new:
So Ingliss men nocht off thair metyng knew. 675
Than kissit he this gudlé with plesance;
Syne hyr besocht rycht hardy of quentance.
Scho ansuerd hym, with humyll wordis wise;
“War my quentance rycht worthi for till pryse,
“Yhe sall it haiff, als God me saiff in saille. 680
“Bot Inglissmen gerris our power faill,
“Throuch violence of thaim and thair barnage,
“At has weill ner destroyit our lynage.”
Quhen Wallace hard hyr plenye petously,
Agrewit he was in hart rycht gretumly. 685
Bathe ire and luff him set in till a rage;
Bot nocht forthi he soberyt his curage.
Off his mater he tald, as I said ayr,
To that gudlye, how luff him strenyeit sar.
Scho ansuerd him rycht resonably agayne, 690
And said; “I sall to your seruice be bayne,
“With all plesance, in honest causis haill;
“And I trast yhe wald nocht set till assaill,
“For yhoure worschipe, to do me dyshonour,
“And I a maid; and standis in mony stour, 695
“Fra Inglissmen to saiff my womanheid;
“And cost has maid to kepe me fra thar dreid.
“With my gud will I wyll no lemman be
“To no man born, tharfor me think suld yhe
“Desyr me nocht bot intill gudlynes. 700
“Perchance ye think I war to law perchass
“For tyll attend to be your rychtwyss wyff.
“In your seruice I wald oyss all my lyff. Fol. 29 a
“Her I beseik, for your worschipe in armys,
“Yhe charge me nocht with no wngudly harmys; 705
“Bot me defend, for worschipe off your blude.”
Quhen Wallace weyll hyr trew tayll wnderstud,
As in a part hym thocht it was resoun,
Off hyr desir tharfor till conclusioun,
He thankit hyr, and said; ‘Gif it mycht be, 710
‘Throuch Goddis will, that our kynryk war fre,
‘I wald yow wed with all hartlie plesance;
‘But as this tym I may nocht tak sic chance.
‘And for this causs none othir now I crayff:
‘A man in wer may nocht all plesance haiff.’ 715
Off thar talk than I can tell yow no mar
To my purposs, quhat band that thai maid thar.
Conclud thai thus, and syne to dyner went.
The sayr grewans ramaynyt in his entent;
Loss off his men, and lusty payne off luff. 720
His leiff he tuk at that tyme to ramuff.

Syne to Gilbank he past or it was nycht.
Apon the morn, with hys four men, him dycht;
To the Corhed with out restyng he raid,
Quhar his nevo Thom Haliday him baid; 725
And Litill alss Eduuard, his cusyng der,
Quhilk was full blyth quhen he wyst him so ner,
Thankand gret God that send him saiff agayne;
For mony demyt he was in Strathern slayne.
Gud cher thai maid all out thai dayis thre. 730
Than Wallace said, that he desirde to se
Lowmaban toun and Ynglissmen that was thar;
On the ferd day thai bownyt thaim to far.
Sexteyne he was of gudlé chewalré;
In the Knok wood he lewyt all bot thre. 735
Thom Halyday went with him to the toun;
Eduuard Litill and Kerlé maid thaim boun,
Till ane ostrye Thom Halyday led thaim rycht,
And gaiff commaund thair dyner suld be dycht.
Till her a mess in gud entent thai yeid; 740
Off Inglissmen thai trowit thar was no dreid.
Ane Clyffurd come, was emys sone to the lord,
And four with him, the trewth for to record.
“Quha awcht thai horss?” in gret heithing he ast;
He was full sle, and ek had mony cast. 745
The gud wyff said, till [haiff] applessyt him best;
‘Four gentill men is cummyn owt off the west.’
“Quha dewill thaim maid so galy for to ryd?
“In faith, with me a wed thar most abide.
“Thir lewit Scottis has leryt litill gud: 750
“Lo! all thair horss ar schent for faut off blud.” Fol. 29 b
In to gret scorn with outyn wordis mayr,
The taillis all off thai four horss thai schayr.
The gud wyff cryede, and petuously couth gret.
So Wallace come, and couth the captayne mete. 755
A woman tald how thai his horss had schent,
For propyr ire he grew in matelent.
He folowid fast, and said; “Gud freynd, abid,
“Seruice to tak for thi craft in this tyde.
“Marschell thou art with out commaund off me; 760
“Reward agayne, me think, I suld pay the;
“Sen I off laitt now come owt off the west
“In this cuntré, a barbour off the best
“To cutt and schaiff, and that a wondyr gude;
“Now thow sall feyll how I oyss to lat blude.” 765
With his gud suerd the captayn has he tayn,
Quhill horss agayne he marscheld neuir nayn.
A nothir sone apon the hed strak he,
Quhill chaftis and cheyff vpon the gait can fle.
Be that his men the tothir twa had slayne; 770
Thar horss thai tuk, and graithit thaim full bayne,
Out off the toun; for dyner baid thai nayne.
The wyff he payit, that maid so petuouss mayne.
Than Inglissmen, fra that chyftayne wes dede,
To Wallace socht fra mony syndry stede. 775
Off the castell come cruell men and keyne.
Quhen Wallace has thair sodand semlé seyne,
Towart sum strenth he bownyt him to ryd;
For than him thocht it was no tyme to byd.
Thar horss bled fast, that gert him dredyng haiff: 780
Off his gud men he wald haif had the laiff.
To the Knok-woode with owtyn mor thai raid,
Bot in till it no soiornyng he maid:
That wood as than was nothir thik no lang.
His men he gat; syn lychtyt for to gang 785
Towart a hicht, and led thar horss a quhill.
The Inglissmen was than within a myill,
On fresche horsis rydand full hastely;
Sewyn scor and ma was in thair chewalry.
The Scottis lap on, quhen thai thar power saw, 790
Frawart the south thaim thocht it best to draw.
Than Wallace said; “It is no witt in wer,
“With our power to byd thaim bargane her.
“Yon are gud men, tharfor I rede that we
“Estuirmar seik, quhill God send sum supplé.” 795
Halyday said; ‘We sall do your consaille;
‘Bot sayr I dreid or thir hurt horss will fayll.’
The Inglissmen, in burnyst armour cler,
Be than to thaim approchyt wondyr ner. Fol. 30 a
Horssyt archaris schot fast, and wald nocht spar; 800
Off Wallace men thai woundyt twa full sar.
In ire he grew, quhen that he saw thaim bleid;
Him self retornde, and on thaim sone he yeid.
Sexteyn with him that worthi was in wer,
Off the formast rycht freschly doun thai ber. 805
At that retorn fyfteyn in feild war slayne;
The laiff fled fast to thair power agayne.
Wallace folowid, with his gud chewalrye;
Thom Halyday, in wer was full besye,
A buschement saw that cruell was to ken, 810
Twa hundreth haill off weill gerit Inglissmen.
“Wncle,” he said, “our power is to smaw;
“Off this playne feild I consaill you to draw:
“To few we ar agayne yon fellone staill.”
Wallace relewit full sone at his consaill. 815

At the Corheid full fayne thai wald haif beyne;
Bot Inglissmen weyll has thair purposs seyne.
In playne battaill thai folowid hardely;
In dangir thus thai held thaim awfully.
Hew of Morland on Wallace folowid fast; 820
He had befor maid mony Scottis agast,
Haldyn he was off wer the worthiast man,
In north Ingland with thaim was leiffand than.
In his armour weill forgyt off fyne steill,
A nobill cursour bur him bath fast and weill. 825
Wallace retorned besyd a burly ayk,
And on him set a fellone sekyr straik;
Baith cannell bayne and schuldir blaid in twa,
Throuch the myd cost, the gud suerd gert he ga.
His speyr he wan, and als the coursour wicht, 830
Syne left his awn, for he had lost his mycht.
For lak off blud he mycht no forthir gang.
Wallace on horss, the Sotheron men amang,
His men relewit, that douchty was in deid,
Him to reskew out off that felloune dreid. 835
Cruell strakis forsuth thar mycht be seyne
On athir syde, quhill blud ran on the greyne.
Rycht peralous the semlay was to se:
Hardy and hat contenyt the fell mellé.
Skew and reskew off Scottis and Ingliss alss; 840
Sum kerwyt bran in sondyr, sum the hals;
Sum hurt, sum hynt, sum derffly dong to dede:
The hardy Scottis so steryt in that sted,
With Halyday on fute bauldly that baid,
Amang Sotheron a full gret rowme thai maid. 845 Fol. 30 b
Wallas on horss, in hand a nobill sper,
Out throuch thaim raid, as gud chyftayne in wer.
Thre slew he thar, or that his sper was gayne:
Than his gud suerd in hand sone has he tayne,
Hewyt on hard with dyntis sad and sar; 850
Quhat ane he hyt grewyt the Scottis no mar.
Fra Sotheron men be naturall resone knew,
How with a straik a man euir he slew,
Than merweld thai he was so mekill off mayne;
For thar best man in that kynd he had slayne, 855
That his gret strenth agayne him helpyt nocht,
Nor nane othir in contrar Wallace socht.
Than said thai all; “Lest he in strenth wntayne,
“This haill kynryk he wyll wyn him allayne.”
Thai left the feild, syne to thair power fled, 860
And tald thair lord how ewill the formest sped,
Quhilk Graystok hecht, was new cummyn in the land;
Tharfor he trowit nane durst agayne him stand.
Wondyr him thocht, quhen that he saw that sicht,
Quhy his gud men for sa few tuk the flycht. 865
At that retorn twenty in feild was tynt,
And Morland als; tharfor he wald nocht stynt,
Bot folowed fast with thre hundreth but dreid;
And swour he suld be wengit on that deid.
The Scottis wan horss, becaus thair awne couth faill; 870
In flëyng syne chesd thaim the maist awaill.
Owt off that feild thus wicht Wallas is gayn;
Off his gud men he had nocht losyt ayne:
Fyve woundyt wes, yeit blythly furth thai raid.
Wallace a space behynd thaim ay he baid: 875
And Halyday prewyt weill in mony place;
Sib sister sone he wes to gud Wallace.
Warly thai raid, and held thar horss in aynd;
For thai trowide weyll Sotheron wald afaynd
With haill power at anys on thaim to sett: 880
Bot Wallace kest thair power for to let;
To brek thar ray he besyit hym full fast.
Than Inglissmen so gretly wes agast,
That nane off thaim durst rusch out off the staill;
All in aray held thaim to gidder haill. 885
The Sotheron saw, how that so bandounly
Wallace abaid ner hand thar chewalry.
Be Morlandis horss thai knew him wondyr weill;
Past to thar lord, and tauld him euirilkdeill.
“Lo Schyr,” thai said, “forsuth yon sammyn is he, 890
“That with his hand gerris so mony de!
“Haiff his horss grace apon his feyt to bid,
“He dredis nocht throw fyve thousand to ryd. Fol. 31 a
“We rede ye cess, and folow him no mar,
“For drede that we repent it syn full sar.” 895
He blamyt thaim, and said; ‘Men weyll may se,
‘Cowartis ye ar, that sor so few wald fle.’
For thar consaill yeit leiff thaim wald he nocht;
In gret ire he apon thaim sadly socht,
Wailland a place quhar he mycht bargane mak. 900
Wallace was wa apon him for to tak,
And he so few, to bid thaim on a playne;
At Quenysbery he wald haiff beyne full fayne.
Apon him self he tuk full gret trawaill
To fend his men, gyff that mycht ocht awaill. 905
A suerd he drew, rycht manlik him to wer,
Ay wayttand fast gyff he mycht get a sper;
Now her, now thar, befor thaim to and fra.
His horss gaiff our, and mycht no forthir ga.

Rycht at the skyrt off Quenysbery befell, 910
Bot wpon grace, as my autor will tell;
Schir Jhone the Grayme, that worthi wes and wicht,
To the Corhed come on the tothir nycht;
Thretty with him off nobill men at wage.
The fyrst dochtyr he had in mariage 915
Off Halyday was nevo to Wallace.
Tithandis to sper Schyr Jhone past off that place,
With men to spek, quhar thai a tryst had set,
Rycht ner the steid quhar Scottis and Yngliss mete.
Ane Kyrk Patryk, that cruell was and keyne, 920
In Esdaill wood that half yer he had beyne.
With Ingliss men he couth nocht weyll accord;
Off Torthorowald he barron wes and lord.
Off kyn he was, and Wallace modyr ner,
Off Craufurd syd that mydward had to ster. 925
Twenty he had off worthi men and wicht.
Be than Wallace approchit to thair sycht.
Schir Jhon the Grayme, quhen he the cownter saw,
On thaim he raid, and stud bot litill aw;
His gudfadyr he knew rycht wondyr weyll, 930
Kest doun his sper, and sonyeit nocht a deyll.
Kyrk patryk alss, with worthi men in wer,
Fyfty in fronte at anyss doun thai ber.
Throuch the thikkest off thre hundreth thai raid,
On Sotheron men full gret slauchter thai maid, 935
Thaim to reskew that was in fellone thrang.
Wallace on fute the gret power amang,
Gud rowme he gat, throuch help off Goddis grace.
The Sotheron fled, and left thaim in that place.
Horsis thai ran to stuff the chass gud spede, 940 Fol. 31 b
Wallace and his that douchty wes in dede.
Graystok tuk flycht on stern horss and stout;
A hundreth held to gydder in a rout.
Wallace on thaim full sadly couth persew;
The flëyng weyll off Ingliss men he knew, 945
At ay the best wald pass with thair chyftayne.
Befor him he fand gud Schyr Jhone the Grayme,
Ay strykand doun quham euir he mycht ourhy.
Than Wallace said; “This is bot waist foly,
“Comons to slay, quhar chyftayns gayis away; 950
“Your horss is fresche, tharfor do as I say.
“Gud men yhe haiff ar yeit in nobill stait:
“To yon gret rout, for Goddis luff, had your gait;
“Sowndyr thaim sone, we sall cum at your hand.”
Quhen Schyr Jhon had his tayll weyll wndirstand, 955
Off nane othir fra thine furth tuk he heid;
To the formast he folowid weill gud speid.
Kyrk Patryk als consideryt thar consaill,
Than chargyt thair men, “All folow on the stayll.”
At his command full sone with hym thay met; 960
Sad straikys and sayr apon thaym sadly set.
Schyr Jhone the Grayme to Graystok fast he socht;
Hys pryss pissan than helpyt him rycht nocht.
Vpon the crage a graith straik gat him rycht;
The burly blaide was braid and burnyst brycht, 965
In sonder kerwyt the mailyeis off fyne steyll,
Throwch bayne and brawne it prochyt euirilkdeill;
Dede with that dent to the erd doun him draiff.
Be that Wallace was semland with the laiff.
Derfly to dede feyle frekys thar he dycht; 970
Rayss neuir agayne quhat ane at he hyt rycht.
Kyrkpatryk than, Thom Halyday, and thair men,
Thar douchty deid was nobill for to ken.
At the Knokheid the bauld Graystok was slayne,
And mony man quhilk wes off mekill mayne. 975
To saiff thair lyff part in the wood is past;
The Scottis men than relewit to gidder fast.
Quhen that Wallace with Schyr Jhone Grayme wes met,
Rycht gudlye he with humylness him gret;
Pardown he ast off the repreiff befor, 980
In to the chass; and said, he suld no mor
Formacioune mak off him that was so gud.
Quhen that Schyr Jhon Wallace weyll wndirstud,
“Do away,” he said, “tharoff as now no mar;
“Yhe dyd full rycht; it was for our weylfar. 985
“Wysar in weyr ye ar all out than I;
“Fadyr in armess ye ar to me forthi.” Fol. 32 a
Kyrk patryk syne, that wes his cusyng der,
He thankit hym rycht on a gud maner.
Nocht ane was lost off all thair chewalry; 990
Schir Jhone the Grayme to thaim come happely.

The day was downe, and prochand wes the nycht;
At Wallace thai askit his consaill rycht.
He ansuerd thus; “I spek bot with your leiff;
“Rycht laith I war ony gud man to greyff. 995
“Bot thus I say, in termes schort for me,
“I wald sailye, giff ye think it may be,
“Lowmaban houss, quhilk now is left allayne;
“For weyll I wait power in it is lewyt nayne.
“Carlauerok als yeit Maxwell has in hand; 1000
“And we had this, thai mycht be bath a wand
“Agayne Sotheroun, that now has our cuntré.
“Say quhat ye will, this is the best, think me.”
Schir Jhone the Grayme gaiff fyrst his gud consent;
Syne all the layff, rycht with a haill entent. 1005
To Lowmaban rycht haistely thai ryd.
Quhen thai cum ner, nocht half a myill besid,
The nycht was myrk; to consaill ar thai gayne:
Off mwne nor stern gret perans was thar nayne.
Than Wallace said; “Methink, the land at rest; 1010
“Thom Haliday, thow knawis this cuntré best:
“I her no noyis of feyll folk her about;
“Tharfor I trow we ar the less in dout.”
Haliday said; ‘I will tak ane with me,
‘And ryde befor, the maner for to se.’ 1015
Watsone he callit; ‘With me thow mak the boun;
‘With thaim thow was a nychtbour off this toun.’
“I grant I was with thaim agayne my will,
“Myn entent is euir to do thaim ill.”
Unto the yeitt thir twa pertly furth raid; 1020
The portar come with owt langar abaid.
At Jhone Watsone sone tythandis he couth ass;
Opyn, he bad, the captayne cummand was.
The yett, but mayr, wnwysly he wp drew.
Thom Haliday sone be the craig him threw; 1025
And with a knyff he stekit him to dede;
In a dyrk holl kest him doun in that sted.
Jhone Watsone syne has hynt the keyis in hand.
The power than with Wallace wes cummand;
Thai entryt in, befor thaim fand no ma, 1030
Excep wemen, and sympill serwandis twa.
In the kyching scudleris lang tyme had beyne; Fol. 32 b
Sone thai war slayne. Quhen the ladie had thaim seyne,
“Grace,” scho cryit, “for hym that deit on tre.”
Than Wallace said; ‘Mademe, your noyis lat be. 1035
‘To wemen yeit we do bot litill ill;
‘Na yong childir we lik for to spill.
‘I wald haiff meit; Haliday, quhat sayis thow?
‘For fastand folk to dyne gud tym war now.’
Gret purwiance was ordand thaim befor, 1040
Bath breid and aylle, gud wyne and othir stor.
To meyt thai bownyt, for thai had fastyt lang;
Gud men off armes in to the closs gert gang.
Part fleand folk on fute, that fra thaim glaid
On the Knok heid, quhar gret mellé was maid, 1045
Ay as thai come Jhon Watsone leit thaim in,
And doun to dede with outyn noyis or din:
Na man left thar that was off Ingland born.
The castell weyll thai wesyt on the morn;
For Jhonstoune send, a man off gud degre: 1050
Secund dochtir forsuth weddyt had he
Off Halidays, nere neuo to Wallace;
Gret captayne [than] thai maid him off that place.
Thai leyffit him thar in till a gud aray,
Syne wsched furth wpon the secund day. 1055
Wemen had leyff in Ingland for to fayr.
Schyr Jhon the Grayme and gud Wallace couth cair
To the Corhed, and lugyt all that nycht.
Wpon the morn the sone wes at the hycht,
Eftir dyner thai wald na langer byde, 1060
Thar purposs tuk in Craufurd mur to ryd;
Schir Jhon the Grayme, with Wallace that was wycht.
Thom Haliday agayne retorned rycht
To the Corhall, and thar remanyt but dred.
Na Sotheroun wyst prynsuall quha did this dede. 1065
Kyrk patrik past in Aisdaill woddis wyd;
In saufté thar he thoucht he suld abid.

Schyr Jhone the Grayme, and gud Wallace in feir,
With thaim fourtye off men in armes cleir,
Throuch Craufurd mur as that thai tuk the way, 1070
On Ingliss [men] thar mynd ramaynit ay.
Fra Crawfurd Jhon the wattir doune thai ryd;
Ner hand the nycht thai lychtyt apon Clyd:
Thar purposs tuk in till a quiet waill.
Than Wallace said; “I wald we mycht assaill 1075
“Craufurd castell, with sum gud jeperté.
“Schir Jhon the Grayme, how say yhe best may be?”
This gud knycht said; ‘And the men war with out,
‘To tak the hous thar is bot litill doubt.’ Fol. 33 a
A squier than rewllyt that lordschip haill, 1080
Off Cummyrland borne, his name was Martyndaill.
Than Wallace said; “My selff will pass in feyr,
“And ane with me, off herbré for to speyr.
“Folow on dreich, giff that we mystir ocht.”
Edward Litill with his mastir furth socht 1085
Till ane oystry, and with a woman met.
Scho tald to thaim that Sothroune thar was set:
‘And ye be Scottis, I consaill yow pass by;
‘For, and thai may, yhe will get ewill herbry.
‘At drynk thai ar, so haiff thai bene rycht lang; 1090
‘Gret worde thar is of Wallace thaim amang.
‘Thai trew that he has found hys men agayne:
‘At Lowchmaban feyll Inglis men ar slayne.
‘That houss is tynt; that gerris thaim be full wa:
‘I trow to God that thai sall swne tyne ma.’ 1095
Wallace sperd, of Scotland giff scho be.
Scho said him; ‘Ya, and thinkis yet to se
‘Sorow on thaim, throw help off Goddis grace.’
He askit hyr, quha was in to the place.
‘Na man of fens is left that houss within, 1100
‘Twenty is her, makand gret noyis and dyn.
‘Allace,’ scho said, ‘giff I mycht anys se,
‘The worthy Scottis maist maister in it to be.’
With this woman he wald no langar stand;
A bekyn he maid, Schyr Jhon come at his hand. 1105
Wallace went in, and bad _Benedicite_.
The capteyne speryt; “Quhat bellamy may thow be,
“That cummys so grym? sum tithandis till vs tell.
“Thow art a Scot; the dewyll thi natioune quell.”
Wallace braid out his suerd with outyn mar; 1110
In to the breyst the bryme captayne he bar,
Throuch out the cost, and stekit him to ded.
Ane othir he hyt awkwart vpon the hed.
Quham euir he strak he byrstyt bayne and lyr;
Feill off thaim dede fell thwortour in the fyr. 1115
Haisty payment he maid thaim on the flur;
And Eduuard Litill kepyt weill the dur.
Schir Jhon the Graym full fayne wald haiff beyne in;
Eduuard him bad at the castell begyne;
“For off thir folk we haiff bot litill dreid.” 1120
Schir Jhon the Grayme fast to the castell yeid.
Wallace rudly sic routis to thaim gaiff,
That twenty men derffly to dede thai draiff.
Fyfteyne he straik, and fyfteyne has he slayne;
Edward slew fyve quhilk was off mekill mayne. 1125
To the castell Wallace had gret desyr. Fol. 33 b
Be that Schir Jhone had set the yett in fyr;
Nane wes tharin at gret defens couth ma,
Bot wemen fast sar wepand in to wa.
With out the place ane ald bulwark was maid; 1130
Wallace yeid our with out langar abaid.
The wemen sone he sauffyt fra the dede;
Waik folk he put, and barnys, off that stede.
Off purwiaunce thai fand litill or nane;
Befor that tyme thar wictaill was all gayne. 1135
Yeit in that place thai lugyt still that nycht;
Fra oystré broucht sic gudis as thai mycht.
Wpon the morn the houss thai spoilye fast,
All thing that doucht out off that place thai cast.
Tre wark thai brynt, that was in to tha wanys; 1140
Wallis brak doun that stalwart war off stanys;
Spylt at thai mycht, syne wald no langar bid:
On till Dundaff that sammyn nycht thai ryde;
And lugit thar with myrthis and plesance,
Thankand gret God that lent thaim sic a chance. 1145

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