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his sole remaining work, The Bruce, is altogether of that character. It is not unlikely that, in The Brute, Barbour adopted all the fables he could find : in writing The Bruce, he would, in like manner, adopt every tradition respecting his hero, besides searching for more authoritative materials. We must not be surprised that, while the first would be valueless as a history, the second is a most important document. There would be the same wish for truth, and the same inability to distinguish it, in both cases; but, in the latter, it chanced that the events were of recent occurrence, and therefore came to our metrical historian comparatively undistorted. The Bruce, in reality, is a complete history of the memorable transactions by which King Robert I. asserted the independency of Scotland, and obtained its crown fo, his family. At the same time, it is far from being destitute of poetical spirit or rhythmical sweetness and harmony. It contains many vividly descriptive passages, and abounds in dignified and even in pathetic sentiment. This poem, which was completed in 1375, is in octo-syllabic lines, forming rhymed couplets, of which there are seven thousand. Barbour died at an advanced age in 1396.

him gave,

And by the crown that was set Also upon his bassinet. And toward him he went in hy.! And the king sae apertly 2 Saw him come, forouth all his fears, In hy till him the horse he steers. And when Sir Henry saw the king Come on, foroutin abasing, Till him he rode in great hy. He thought that he should weel lichtly Win him, and have him at his will, Sin' he him horsit saw sae ill. Sprent they samen intill a lyng;8 Sir Henry missed the noble king; And he that in his stirrups stude, With the ax, that was hard and gude, With sae great main, raucht* him a dint, That nouther hat nor helm micht stint The heavy dush, that That near the head till the harns clave. The hand-ax shaft frushit in tway; And he down to the yird gan gae All flatlings, for him failit micht. This was the first straik of the ficht, That was performit douchtily. And when the king's men sae stoutly Saw him, richt at the first meeting, Forouten doubt or abasing, Have slain a knicht sae at a straik, Sic hard’ment thereat gan they tak, That they come on richt hardily. When Englishmen saw them sae stoutly Come on, they had great abasing ; And specially for that the king Sae smartly that gude knicht has slain, That they withdrew them everilk ane, And durst not ane abide to ficht : Sae dreid they for the king's micht. When that the king repairit was, That gart his men all leave the chase, The lordis of his company Blamed him, as they durst, greatumly, That he him put in aventure, To meet sae stith a knicht, and stour, In sic point as he then was seen. For they said weel, it micht have been Cause of their tynsal 6 everilk ane. The king answer has made them nane, But mainit7 his hand-ax shaft sae Was with the straik broken in tway.

[A postrophe to Freedom.] [Barbour, contemplating the enslaved condition of his country, breaks out into the following animated lines on the blessings of liberty.-Ellis.]

A! fredome is a nobill thing!
Fredome mayse man to haiff* liking!
Fredome all solace to man giffis :
He levys at ese that frely levys !
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome failythe : for fre liking
Is yearnyt our all othir thing
Na he, that ay hase levyt fre,
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte,
The angyr, na the wrechyt dome,
That is cowplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to pryse
Than all the gold in warld that is.

[Death of Sir Henry De Bohun.] [This incident took place on the eve of the Battle of Bannockburn.)

And when the king wist that they were
In hale battle, comand sae near,
His battle gart1 he weel array.
He rade upon a little palfrey,
Lawcht and joly arrayand
His battle, with an ax in hand.
And on his bassinet he bare
An hat of tyre aboon ay where ;
And, thereupon, into takin,
Ane high crown, that he was king.
And when Gloster and Hereford were
With their battle approachand near,
Before them all there came ridand,
With helm on heid and spear in hand,
Sir Henry the Boon, the worthy,
That was a wicht knicht, and a hardy,
And to the Earl of Hereford cousin ;
Armed in arms gude and fine ;
Came on a steed a bowshot near,
Before all other that there were :
And knew the king, for that he saw

Him sae range his men on raw, 1 Caused, ordered * In this and the subsequent extract, the language is as far a possible reduced to modern spelling.


[The Battle of Bannockburn.] When this was said The Scottismen com

ommonally Kneelit all doun, to God to pray. And a short prayer there made they To God, to help them in that ficht. And when the English king had sicht Of them kneeland, he said, in hy, • Yon folk kneel to ask mercy.' Sir Ingram' said, 'Ye say sooth nowThey ask mercy, but not of you ; For their trespass to God they cry : I tell you a thing sickerly, That yon men will all win or die; For doubt of deid9 they sall not flee.' • Now be it sae then !' said the king. And then, but langer delaying, They gart trump till the assembly. On either side men micht then see

1 Haste.

2 Openly, clearly. 3 They sprang forward at once, against each other, in a line. 4 Reached. 5 Earth. & Destruction. 7 Lamented 8 Sir Ingram D'Umphraville. . Fear of death.

Nony a wicht man and worthy,
Ready to do chivalry.

Thus were they bound on either side ;
And Englishnen, with mickle pride,
That were intill their araward,
To tbe battle that Sir Edward
Governt and led, held straight their way.
The horse with spurs hastened they,
And prickit upon them sturdily;
And they met them richt hardily.
See that, at their assembly there,
Sic a frushing of spears were,
That far away men micht it hear,
That at that meeting forouten3 were.
Were steeds stickit mony ane ;
And mony gude man borne doun and slain ;
They dang on other with wappins sair,
Some of the horse, that stickit were,
Rushit and reelit richt rudely.

The gude earl4 thither took the way,
With his battle, in gude array,
And assemblit sae hardily,
That men micht hear had they been by,
A great frush of the spears that brast.
There micht men see a hard battle,
And some defend and some assail ;
While through the harness burst the bleed,
That till earth down steaming gaed.
The Earl of Murray and his men,
Sae stoutly them conteinit then,
That they wan place ay mair and mair
Om their faes ; where they were,
Ay ten for ane, or mair, perfay;
Sae that it seemit weel that they
Were tint, amang sae great menyie, 5
As they were plungit in the sea.
And when the Englishmen has seen
The earl and all his men, bedeen,
Faucht sae stoutly, but effraying,
Richt as they had nae abasing;
Them pressit they with all their micht.
And they, with spears and swerds bricht,
And axes, that richt sharply share
I'mids the visage, met them there.
There men micht see a stalwart stour,
Aud mony men of great valour,
With spears, maces, and knives,
And other wappins, wisslith their lives :
Sae that mony fell doun all deid.
The grass waxed with the blude all red.

The Stewart, Walter that then was,
And the gude lord, als, of Douglas,
In a battle when that they saw
The earl, forouten dreid or awe,
Assemble with his company,
On all that folk, sae sturdily,
For till help them they held their way.
And their battle in gude array,
They assembled sae hardily,
Beside the earl, a little by,
That their faes felt their coming weel.
For, with wappins stalwart of steel,
They dang upon, with all their micht.
Their faes receivit weel, Ik hicht,7
With swerds, spears, and with mace.
The battle there sae fellon8 was,
And sae richt great spilling of blude,
That on the earth the sluices stude.

That time thir three battles were
All side by side, fechting weel near,

There micht men hear mony a dint,
And wappins upon armours stint.
And see tumble knichts and steeds,
And mony rich and royal weeds
Defoullit foully under feet.
Some held on loft ; some tint the seat.
A lang time thus fechting they were ;
That men nae noise micht hear there;
Men heard noucht but granes and dints,
That flew fire, as men flays on flints.
They foucht ilk ane sae eagerly,
That they made nae noise nor cry,
But dang on other at their micht,
With wappins that were burnist bricht.
All four their battles with that were
Fechting in a front halily.
Almighty God ! how douchtily
Sir Edward the Bruce and his men
Amang their faes conteinit them than !
Fechting in sae gude covine,
Sae hardy, worthy, and sae fine,
That their raward frushit was.
Almighty God! wha then micht see
That Stewart Walter, and his rout,
And the gude Douglas, that was sae stout,
Fechting into that stalwart stour ;
He sould say that till all honour
They were worthy.
There micht men see mony a steed
Flying astray, that lord had nane.
There micht men hear ensenzies cry :
And Scottismen cry hardily,

On them! On them! On them! They fail!'
With that sae hard they gan assail,
And slew all that they micht o'erta'.
And the Scots archers alsua?
Shot amang them sae deliverly,
Engrieving them sae greatumly,
That what for them, that with them faucht,
That sae great routs to them raucht,
And pressit them full eagerly ;
And what for arrows, that fellonly
Mony great wounds gan them ma',
And slew fast off their horse alsua,
That they vandist a little wee.

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[The appearance of a mock host, composed of the servants of the Scottish camp, completes the panic of the English army: the king flies, and Sir Giles D'Argentine is slain. The narrative then proceeds.)

They were, to say sooth, sae aghast,
And fled sae fast, richt effrayitly,
That of them a full great party,
Fled to the water of Forth, and there
The maist part of them drownit were.
And Bannockburn, betwixt the braes,
Of men, of horse, sae steekit* was,
That, upon drownit horse and men,
Men micht pass dry out-ower it then.
And lads, swains, and rangle,
When they saw vanquished the battle,
Ran amang them; and sae gan slay,
As folk that nae defence micht ma'.

On ane side, they their faes had,
That slew them down, without mercy :
And they had, on the tother party,
Bannockburn, that sae cumbersome was,
For slikeh and deepness for to pass,
That they micht nane out-ower it ride :
Them worthies, maugre theirs, abide ;
Sae that some slain, some drownit were :

Micht nane escape that ever came there. 1 Company.

9 Also.

8 Failed, gave way. 8 Rabble. 6 Slime, mud

The van of the English army. 2 Edward Bruce . That were without or out of the battle. • The Earl of Murray. o Lost amidst so great a multitude. * Exchanged 7 I promise you.

8 Cruel

4 Shut up

ANDREW WYNTOUN. About the year 1420, ANDREW WYNTOUN, or, as he describes himself, Androwe of Wyntoune, prior of St Serf's Monastery in Lochleven, completed, in

Lochleven. eight-syllabled metre, an Orygynale Cronykil of Scotland, including much universal history, and extending down to his own time: it may be considered as a Scottish member of the class of rhymed chronicles. The genius of this author is inferior to that of Barbour; but at least his versification is easy, his language pure, and his style often animated. His chronicle is valuable as a picture of ancient manners, as a repository of historical anecdotes, and as a specimen of the literary attainments of our ancestors.* It contains a considerable number of fabulous legends, such as we may suppose to have been told beside the parlour fire of a monastery of those days, and which convey a curious idea of the credulity of the age. Some of these are included in the following specimens, the first of which alone is in the original spelling :

[St Serf 'st Ram.]
This holy man had a ram,
That he had fed up of a lam,
And oysit him til folow ay,
Quherevir he passit in his way.
A theyf this scheppe in Achren stal,
And et hym up in pecis smalle.
Quhen Sanct Serf his ram had myst,
Quha that it stal was few that wist :
On presumpcion nevirtheles
He that it stal arestyt was ;
And til Sanct Serf syne was he brought;
That scheippe he said that he stal noucht,
And tharfor for to swer ane athe,
He said that he walde nocht be laythe.
Bot sone he worthit rede for schayme ;
The scheype thar bletyt in his wayme!
Swa was he taynctyt schamfully,
And at Sanct Serf askyt mercy.

[Interview of St Serf with Sathanas.]
While St Serf, intil a stead,
Lay after matins in his bed,
The devil came, in foul intent
For til found him with argument,
And said, 'St Serf, by thy werk

I ken thou art a cunning clerk.' * Dr Irving.

+ St Serf lived in the sixth century, and was the founder of the monastery of which the author was prior.

St Serf said, 'Gif I sae be,
Foul wretch, what is that for thee?'
The devil said, “This question
I ask in our collation-
Say where was God, wit ye oucht,
Before that heaven and erd was wroucht?
St Serf said, 'In himself steadless
His Godhead hampered never was.'
The devil then askit, 'What cause he had
To make the creatures that he made ?!
To that St Serf answered there,

Of creatures made he was makèr.
A maker micht he never be,
But gif creatures made had he.'
The devil askit him, 'Why God of noucht
His werkis all full gude had wroucht.'
St Serf answered, “That Goddis will
Was never to make his werkis ill,
And as envious he had been seen,
Gif nought but he full gude had been.'
St Serf the devil askit than,

Where God made Adam, the first man !
In Ebron Adam formit was,'
St Serf said. And til him Sathanas,
• Where was he, eft that, for his vice,
He was put out of Paradise ?!
St Serf said, 'Where he was made.'
The devil askit, ' How lang he bade
In Paradise, after his sin.'

Seven hours,' Serf said, 'bade he therein.'
• When was Eve made ? said Sathanas.
'In Paradise,' Serf said, 'she was.'
The devil askit, 'Why that ye
Men, are quite delivered free,
Through Christ's passion precious boucht,
And we devils sae are noucht ?'
St Serf said, 'For that ye.
Fell through your awn iniquity;
And through ourselves we never fell,
But through your fellon false counsell.'
Then saw the devil that he could noucht,
With all the wiles that he wrought,
Overcome St Serf. He said than
He kenned him for a wise man.
Forthy there he gave him quit,
For he wan at him na profit.
St Serf said, “Thou wretch, gae
Frae this stead, and 'noy nae mae
Into this stead, I bid ye.'
Suddenly then passed he;
Frae that stead he held his way,
And never was seen there to this day.

[The Return of David II. from Captivity.] [David II., taken prisoner by the English at the battle of Durham, in 1346, was at length redeemed by his country in 1357. The following passage from Wyntoun is curious, as illustrating the feelings of men in that age. The morning after his return, when the people who had given so much for their sovoreign, were pressing to see or to greet him, he is guilty of a gross outrage against them—which the poet, strange to say, justifies]

Yet in prison was King Davy.
And when a lang time was gane by,
Frae prison and perplexitie
To Berwick Castle brought was he,
With the Earl of Northamptoun,
For to treat there of his ransoun.
Some lords of Scotland come there,
And als prelates, that wisest were.
Four days or five there treated they,
But they accorded by nae way ;
For English folk all angry were,
And ay spak rudely mair and mair,
While at the last the Scots party,
That dred their faes' fellony,

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All privily went hame their way;

whom nothing else is known, may be classed with At that time there nae mair did they.

the Prick of Conscience and Pierce Plowman's Vision,
The king to London then was had,

English compositions of the immediately preceding
That there a lang time after bade.

age. Thus, it appears as if literary tastes and modes
After syne, with mediatioun

travelled northward, as more frivolous fashions do Of messengers, of his ransoun

at this day, and were always predominant in ScotWas treated, while & set day

land about the time when they were declining or Till Berwick him again brought they.

becoming extinct in England.
And there was treated sae, that he

The last of the romantic or minstrel class of com-
Should of prison delivered be,

positions in Scotland was The Adventures of Sir
And freely till his lands found,

William Wallace, written about 1460, by a wander.
To pay ane hundred thousand pound

ing poet usually called
Of silver, intil fourteen year
And (while] the payment (payit] were,

To make sae lang truce took they,

Of the author nothing is known but that he was
And affirmed with seal and fay.

blind from his infancy; that he wrote this poem,
Great hostage there levedl he,

and made a living by reciting it, or parts of it, beThat on their awn dispense should be.

fore company. It is said by himself to be founded Therefore, while they hostage were,

on a narrative of the life of Wallace, written in
Expense but number made they there.

Latin by one Blair, chaplain to the Scottish hero,
The king was then delivered free,

and which, if it ever existed, is now lost. The chief
And held his way till his countrie.

materials, however, have evidently been the tradiWith him of English brought he nane,

tionary stories told respecting Wallace in the minWithout a chamber-boy alane.

strel's own time, which was a century and a half The whether, upon the morn, when he

subsequent to that of the hero. In this respect, The
Should wend till his counsel privy,

Wallace resembles The Bruce; but the longer time
The folk, as they were wont to do,

which had elapsed, the unlettered character of the
Pressed right rudely in thereto :

author, and the comparative humilit. ur the class
But he right suddenly can arrace?
Out of a macer's hand a mace,

from whom he would chiefly derive nis facts, made

it inevitable that the work should be much less of a
And said rudely, “How do we now ?

historical document than that of the learned arch-
Stand still, or the proudest of you
Shall on the head have with this mace !'

deacon of Aberdeen. It is, in reality, such an ac-
Then there was nane in all this place,

count of Wallace as might be expected of Montrose But all they gave him room in hy;

or Dundee from some unlettered but ingenious poet Durst nane press further that were by ;

of the present day, who should consult only HighHis council door might open stand,

land tradition for his authority. It abounds in That nane durst till it be pressand.

marvellous stories respecting the prowess of its hero, Radure in prince is a gude thing ;

and in one or two places grossly outrages real hisFor, but radure,+ all governing

tory; yet its value has on this account been perShall all time but despised be:

haps understated. Within a very few years past, And where that men may radure see,

several of the transactions attributed by the blind They shall dread to trespass, and sae

minstrel to Wallace, and heretofore supposed to be Peaceable a king his land may ma'.

fictitious—as, for example, his expedition to France Thus radure dred that gart him be.

-have been confirmed by the discovery of authentic Of Ingland but a page brought he,

evidence. That the author meant only to state real And by his sturdy 'ginning

facts, must be concluded alike from the simple unHe gart them all have sic dreading,

affectedness of the narration, and from the rarity of That there was nane, durst nigh him near,

deliberate imposture, in comparison with credulity, But wha by name that called were.

as a fault of the literary men of the period. The He led with radure sae his land,

poem is in ten-syllable lines, the epic verse of a later In all time that he was regnand,

age, and it is not deficient in poetical effect or eleThat nane durst well withstand his will, vated sentiment. A paraphrase of it into modern All winning bowsome to be him till.

Scotch, by William Hamilton of Gilbertfield, has
Wyntoun has been included in this section of long been a favourite volume amongst the Scottish
our literary. history, because, although writing peasantry: it was the study of this book which had
after 1400, his work is one of a class, all the rest of so great an effect in kindling the genius of Robert

which belong to the preceding period. Some other
Scottish writers who were probably or for certain of [Adventure of Wallace while Fishing in Irvine Water.]
the fifteenth century, may, for similar reasons, be

(Wallace, near the commencement of his career, is living in
here introduced. Of one named HUTCHEON, and de- hiding with his uncle, Sir Ranald Wallace of Riccarton, near
signed of the Awle Ryall'—that is, of the Hall Kilmarnock. To amuse himself, he goes to fish in the river
Royal or Palace-it is only known that he wrote a Irvine, when the following adventure takes place :-)
metrical romance entitled the Gest of Arthur. An-
other, called CLERK, of Tranent,' was the author So on a time he desired to play.t

In Aperil the three-and-twenty day,
of a romance entitled The Adventures of Sir Gawain,
of which two cantos have been preserved. They are * See his Life by Dr Currie.
written in stanzas of thirteen lines, with alternate | A few couplets in the original spelling are subjoined :-
rhymes, and much alliteration; and in a language

So on a tym he desyrit to play.

In Aperill the three-and-twenty day,
so very obsolete, as to be often quite unintelligible.

Till Erewyn wattir fysche to tak he went,
There is, however, a sort of wildness in the narra-

Sic fantasye fell in his entent.
tive, which is very striking. * The Howlate, an alle-

To leide his net a child furth with him yeid ; gorical satirical poem, by a poet named HOLLAND, of

But he, or nowne, was in a fellowne dreid. 1 Left. 2 Reached. 8 Rigour.

4 Without rigour.

His swerd he left, so did he neuir agayne; • Ellis.

It dide him gud, supposs he sufferyt payne.

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Till Irvine water fish to tak he went,

And said, 'Son, thir tidings sits me sore, Sic fantasy fell in his intent.

And, be it known, thou may tak scaith therefore.' To lead his net a child furth with him yede, • Uncle,' he said, I will no langer bide, But he, or noon, was in a fellon dread.

Thir southland horse let see gif I can ride.' His swerd he left, so did he never again ;

Then but a child, him service for to mak, It did him gude, suppose he suffered pain.

His eme's sons he wald not with him tak. Of that labour as than he was not slie,

This gude knight said, ' Dear cousin, pray I thee, Happy he was, took fish abundantly,

When thou wants gude, come fetch eneuch frae me.' Or of the day ten hours o'er couth pass.

Silver and gold he gart on him give,
Ridand there came, near by where Wallace was, Wallace inclines, and gudely took his leave.
The Lord Percy, was captain than of Ayr;
Frae then' he turned, and couth to Glasgow fare.3
Part of the court had Wallace' labour seen,

[Escape of Wallace from Perth.] Till him rade five, clad into ganand green,

(Wallace, betrayed by a woman in Perth, escapes to Elcho And said soon, 'Scot, Martin's fish we wald have!'

Park, in the neighbourhood, killing two Englishmen by the Wallace meekly again answer him gave.

way. The English garrison of the town, under Sir John Butler, * It were reason, methink, ye should have part,

commence a search and pursuit of the fugitive hero, by means Waith4 should be dealt, in all place, with free heart.' of a bloodhound. Wallace, with sixteen men, makes his way He bade his child, 'Give them of our waithing.' out of the park, and hastens to the banks of the Earn.) The Southron said, “As now of thy dealing We will not tak; thou wald give us o'er small.'

As they were best arrayand Butler's route, He lighted down and frae the child took all.

Betwixt parties than Wallace ischet out ; Wallace said then, 'Gentlemen gif ye be,

Sixteen with him they graithit them to gae, Leave us some part, we pray for charity.

Of all his men he had leavit no mae. Ane aged knight serves our lady to-day:

The Englishmen has missit him, in hyl Gude friend, leave part, and tak not all away.'

The hound they took, and followed hastily. • Thou shall have leave to fish, and tak thee mae,

At the Gask Wood full fain he wald have been ; All thi - forsooth shall in our flitting gae.

But this sloth-brach, whilk sicker was and keen, We serve a ..."; this fish shall till him gang.'

On Wallace foot followed so fellon fast, Wallace answered, said, 'Thou art in the wrang.'

While in their sicht they 'proachit at the last. “Wham thous thou, Scot? in faith thou 'serves a blaw. Their horse were wicht, had sojourned weel and lang ; Till him he ran, and out a swerd can draw.

To the next wood, twa mile they had to gang, William was wae he had nae wappins there

Of upwith yird ;? they yede with all their micht, But the poutstaff, the whilk in hand he bare. Gude hope they had, for it was near the nicht. Wallace with it fast on the cheek him took,

Fawdon tirit, and said he micht not gang. With sae gude will, while of his feet he shook.

Wallace was wae to leave him in that thrang. The swerd flew frae him a fur-breid on the land.

He bade him gae, and said the strength was near Wallace was glad, and hint it soon in hand;

But he tharefore wald not faster him steir. And with the swerd awkward he him gave

Wallace, in ire, on the craig can him ta', Under the hat, his craigó in sunder drave.

With his gude swerd, and strak the head him frae. By that the lave lighted about Wallace,

Dreidless to ground derfly he dushit deid. He had no help, only but God's grace.

Frae him he lap, and left him in that stede. On either side full fast on him they dang,

Some deemis it to ill; and other some to gude ; Great peril was gif they had lasted lang.

And I say here, into thir termis rude, Upon the head in great ire he strak ane ;

Better it was he did, as thinkis me; The shearand swerd glade to the collar bane.

First to the hound it micht great stoppin be ; Ane other on the arm he hit so hardily,

Als’, Fawdon was halden at suspicion, While hand and swerd baith in the field can lie.

For he was of bruckil complexionThe tother twa fled to their horse again ;

Richt stark he was, and had but little gane. He stickit him was last upon the plain.

Thus Wallace wist : had he been left alane, Three slew he there, twa filed with all their might

An he were false, to enemies he wald gae; After their lord ; but he was out of sight,

Gif he were true, the southron wald him slay. Takand the muir, or he and they couth twine.

Micht he do oucht but tyne him as it was ? Till him they rade anon, or they wald blin,7

Frae this question now shortly will I pass. And cryit, Lord, abide ; your men are martyred down Deem as ye list, ye that best can and may, Right cruelly, here in this false region.

I but rehearse, as my autoúr will say. Five of our court here at the water bade, 8

Sternis, by than, began for till appear, Fish for to bring, though it nae profit made.

The Englishmen were comand wonder near ; We are scaped, but in field slain are three.'

Five hundred hail was in their chivalry. The lord speirit,9 ' How mony might they be?'

To the next strength than Wallace couth him hy. "We saw but ane that has discomfist us all.'

Stephen of Ireland, unwitting of Wallace, Then leugh10 he loud, and said, 'Foul mot you fall ! And gude Kerly, bade still near hand that place, Sin' ane you all has put to confusion.

At the muir-side, intill a scroggy slaid, Wha meins it maist the devil of hell him drown!

By east Dupplin, where they this tarry made. This day for me, in faith, he bees not sought.'

Fawdon was left beside them on the land ; When Wallace thus this worthy wark had wrought, The power came, and suddenly him fand ; Their horse he took, and gear that left was there, For their sloth-hound the straight gait till him yede, Gave ower that craft, he yede to fish nae mair.

Of other trade she took as than no heed.
Went till his eme, and tald him of this deed, The sloth stoppit, at Fawdon still she stude,
And he for woe well near worthit to weid, 11

Nor further she wald, frae time she fand the blude.
Englishmen deemit, for als they could not tell,

But that the Scots had fouchten amang thems:ll. 1 Went.

2 Ere. # He was on his way from Ayr to Glasgow.

Richt wae they were that losit was their scent. * Spoil taken in sport. 5 Neck

6 Rest.

Wallace twa men amang the host in went, 7 Ere they would stop.

8 Tarried. 9 Inquired.
10 Laughed.
11 Nearly went mad.

1 Haste.
9 Ascending ground. 3 Broken reputation

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