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238 SIB WILLIAM WALLACE.
And four brave Southron foragers,
Stood hie upon the gait. 20
That verra nicht at seven
Brave Wallace he came in, And he came to his ladies bouir,
Withouten dread or din.
When she beheld him Wallace, ^
She star'd him in the face; " Ohon, alas!" said that ladie,
" This is a woful case.
. " For I this nicht have sold you,
This nicht you must be taen, so
And I'm to be wedded to a lord, The best in Christendeem."
" Do you repent," said Wallace,
" The ill you've dane to me ? " " Ay, that I do," said that ladie, *
" And will do till I die.
" Ay, that I do," said that ladie,
" And will do ever still, And for the ill I've dane to you,
Let me burn upon a hill." «i
" Now God forfend," says brave Wallace,
'.' I shou'd be so unkind; Whatever I am to Scotland's faes,
I'm aye a woman's friend. |
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