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240 SIR WILLIAM WALLACE.
He threw the pitchers frae his hands,
And to the hills fled he, ro
Until he cam to a fair may, Was washin' on yon lea.
" What news, what news, ye weel far'd may ?
What news hae ye to gie ? " " 111 news, ill news," the fair may said, rc
" 111 news I hae to thee.
" There is fyften English sogers
Into that thatched inn, Seeking Sir William Wallace ;
I fear that he is slain." so
" Have ye any money in your pocket ?
Pray lend it unto me, And when I come this way again,
Repaid ye weel shall be."
She['s] put her hand in her pocket, 45
And taen out shillings three ; He turn'd him right and round about,
And thank'd the weel far'd may.
He had not gone a long rig length,
A rig length and a span, so
Until he met a bold beggar,
As sturdy as cou'd gang. |
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