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242 SIR WILLIAM WALLACE.
" Tell down, tell down your good red gold,
Upon the table head, And ye sail William Wallace see,
Wi' the down-come of Robin Hood." k»
They had nae tauld the money down,
And laid it on his knee, When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,
He on the floor gar'd flee.
And he has drawn his trusty brand, 125
And slew them one by one, Then sat down at the table head,
And called for some wine.
The goodwife she ran but, ran but,
The goodman he ran ben, i*>
The yerra bairns about the Are
Were a' like to gang brain.
'' Now if there be a Scotsman here,
He'll come and drink wi' me; And if there be an English loun, :■»
It is his time to flee."
The goodman was an Englishman,
And to the hills he ran, The goodwife was a Scots woman,
And she came to his hand. i*>