{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch157.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch157.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch157.htm","text":"157A.1 \u2018HAD we a king,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n\u2018That our kind Scots might live by their own!\nBut betwixt me and the English blood\nI think there is an ill seed sown.\u2019\n157A.2 Wallace him over a river lap,\nHe lookd low down to a linn;\nHe was war of a gay lady\nWas even at the well washing.\n157A.3 \u2018Well mot ye fare, fair madam,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And ay well mot ye fare and see!\nHave ye any tidings me to tell,\nI pray you\u2019ll show them unto me.\u2019\n157A.4 RR\u2019rri have no tidings you to tell,\nNor yet no tidings you to ken;\nBut into that hostler\u2019s house\nThere\u2019s fifteen of your Englishmen.\n157A.5 \u2018And they are seeking Wallace there,\nFor they\u2019ve ordained him to be slain:\u2019\n\u2018O God forbid!\u2019 said Wallace then,\n\u2018For he\u2019s oer good a kind Scotsman.\n157A.6 RR\u2019Brrut had I money me upon,\nAnd evn this day, as I have none,\nThen would I to that hostler\u2019s house,\nAnd evn as fast as I could gang.\u2019\n157A.7 She put her hand in her pocket,\nShe told him twenty shillings oer her knee;\nThen he took off both hat and hood,\nAnd thankd the lady most reverently.\n157A.8 \u2018If eer I come this way again,\nWell paid [your] money it shall be;\u2019\nThen he took off both hat and hood,\nAnd he thankd the lady most reverently.\n157A.9 He leand him twofold oer a staff,\nSo did he threefold oer a tree,\nAnd he\u2019s away to the hostler\u2019s house,\nEven as fast as he might dree.\n157A.10 When he came to the hostler\u2019s house,\nHe said, Good-ben be here! quoth he:\nAn English captain, being deep load,\nHe asked him right cankerdly,\n157A.11 Where was you born, thou crooked carle,\nAnd in what place, and what country?\n\u2019Tis I was born in fair Scotland,\nA crooked carle although I be.\u2019\n157A.12 The English captain swore by th\u2019 rood,\n\u2018We are Scotsmen as well as thee,\nAnd we are seeking Wallace; then\nTo have him merry we should be.\u2019\n157A.13 \u2018The man,\u2019 said Wallace, \u2019ye\u2019re looking for,\nI seed him within these days three;\nAnd he has slain an English captain,\nAnd ay the fearder the rest may be.\u2019\n157A.14 \u2018I\u2019d give twenty shillings,\u2019 said the captain,\n\u2018To such a crooked carle as thee,\nIf you would take me to the place\nWhere that I might proud Wallace see.\u2019\n157A.15 \u2018Hold out your hand,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n\u2018And show your money and be free,\nFor tho you\u2019d bid an hundred pound,\nI never bade a better bode\u2019[, said he].\n157A.16 He struck the captain oer the chafts,\nTill that he never chewed more;\nHe stickd the rest about the board,\nAnd left them all a sprawling there.\n157A.17 \u2018Rise up, goodwife,\u2019 said Wallace then,\n\u2018And give me something for to eat;\nFor it\u2019s near two days to an end\nSince I tasted one bit of meat.\u2019\n157A.18 His board was scarce well covered,\nNor yet his dine well scantly dight,\nTill fifteen other Englishmen\nDown all about the door did light.\n157A.19 \u2018Come out, come out,\u2019 said they, \u2018Wallace!\u2019 then,\n\u2018For the day is come that ye must die;\u2019\nAnd they thought so little of his might,\nBut ay the fearder they might be.\n157A.20 The wife ran but, the gudeman ran ben,\nIt put them all into a fever;\nThen five he sticked where they stood,\nAnd five he trampled in the gutter.\n157A.21 And five he chased to yon green wood,\nHe hanged them all out-oer a grain;\nAnd gainst the morn at twelve o\u2019clock,\nHe dined with his kind Scottish men.\n157B: Gude Wallace\n157B.1 \u2018I WISH we had a king,\u2019 says Wallace,\n\u2018That Scotland might not want a head;\nIn England and in Scotland baith,\nI\u2019m sure that some have sowed ill seed.\u2019\n157B.2 Wallace he oer the water did luke,\nAnd he luked law down by a glen,\nAnd he was aware of a gay lady,\nAs she was at the well washing.\n157B.3 \u2018Weel may ye save, fair lady!\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Far better may ye save and see!\nIf ye have ony tidings to tell,\nI pray cum tell them a\u2019 to me.\u2019\n157B.4 \u2018I have no tidings you to tell,\nAnd as few tidings do I ken;\nBut up and to yon ostler-house\nAre just gane fifteen gentlemen.\n157B.5 \u2018They now are seeking Gude Wallace,\nAnd ay they\u2019re damning him to hang;\u2019\n\u2018Oh God forbid,\u2019 says Wallace then,\n\u2018I\u2019m sure he is a true Scotsman.\n157B.6 \u2018Had I but ae penny in my pocket,\nOr in my company ae baubee,\nI woud up to yon ostler-house,\nA\u2019 these big gentlemen to see.\u2019\n157B.7 She pat her hand into her pocket,\nShe powd out twenty shillings and three:\n\u2018If eer I live to come this way,\nWeel payed shall your money be.\u2019\n157B.8 He leaned him twafold oer a staff,\nSae did he twafold oer a tree,\nAnd he\u2019s gane up to the ostler-house,\nA\u2019 these fine gentlemen to see.\n157B.9 When he cam up among them a\u2019,\nHe bad his benison be there;\nThe captain, being weel buke-learnd,\nDid answer him in domineer.\n157B.10 \u2018Where was ye born, ye cruked carl,\nOr in what town, or what countree?\u2019\n\u2018O I was born in fair Scotland,\nA cruked carl although I be.\u2019\n157B.11 The captain sware by the root of his sword,\nSaying, I\u2019m a Scotsman as weel as thee;\nHere\u2019s twenty shillings of English money\nTo such a cruked carl as thee,\nIf thou\u2019ll tell me of that Wallace;\nHe\u2019s ay the creature I want to see.\n157B.12 \u2018O hawd your hand,\u2019 says Wallace then,\n\u2018I\u2019m feard your money be not gude;\nIf \u2019twere as muckle and ten times mair,\nIt should not bide another bode.\u2019\n157B.13 He\u2019s taen the captain alang the chaps,\nA wat he never chawed mair;\nThe rest he sticked about the table,\nAnd left them a\u2019 a sprawling there.\n157B.14 \u2018Gude wife,\u2019 he said, \u2019For my benison,\nGet up and get my dinner dight;\nFor it is twa days till an end\nSyne I did taste ane bit of meat.\u2019\n157B.15 Dinner was not weel made ready,\nNor yet upon the table set,\nWhen fifteen other Englishmen\nAlighted all about the yate.\n157B.16 \u2018Come out, come out now, Wallace,\u2019 they say,\n\u2018For this is the day ye are to dee;\nYe trust sae mickle in God\u2019s might,\nAnd ay the less we do fear thee.\u2019\n157B.17 The gude wife ran but, the gude man ran ben,\nThey pat the house all in a swither;\nFive sune he sticked where he stude,\nAnd five he smitherd in a gutter.\n157B.18 Five he chac\u2019d to the gude green-wood,\nAnd hanged them a\u2019 out-oer a pin;\nAnd at the morn at eight o\u2019clock\nHe din\u2019d with his men at Lough-mabin.\n157C: Gude Wallace\n157C.1 \u2018O FOR my ain king,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n\u2018The rightfu king of fair Scotland!\nBetween me and my soverign blude\nI think I see some ill seed sawn.\u2019\n157C.2 Wallace out over yon river he lap,\nAnd he has lighted low down on yon plain,\nAnd he was aware of a gay ladie,\nAs she was at the well washing.\n157C.3 \u2018What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?\nWhat tydins, what tydins, fair lady?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018What tydins hae ye in the south countrie?\u2019\n157C.4 \u2018Low down in yon wee ostler-house\nThere is fyfteen Englishmen,\nAnd they are seekin for Gude Wallace,\nIt\u2019s him to take and him to hang.\u2019\n157C.5 \u2018There\u2019s nocht in my purse,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\nThere\u2019s nocht, not even a bare pennie;\nBut I will down to yon wee ostler-house,\nThir fyfteen Englishmen to see.\u2019\n157C.6 And when he cam to yon wee ostler-house\nHe bad bendicite be there;\n. . . .\n. . . .\n157C.7 \u2018Where was ye born, auld crookit carl?\nWhere was ye born, in what countrie?\u2019\n\u2018I am a true Scot born and bred,\nAnd an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.\u2019\n157C.8 \u2018I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,\nTo onie crookit carl just sic as ye,\nIf ye will get me Gude Wallace;\nFor he is the man I wad very fain see.\u2019\n157C.9 He hit the proud captain alang the chafft-blade,\nThat never a bit o meal he ate mair;\nAnd he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,\nAnd he left them a\u2019 lyin sprawlin there.\n157C.10 \u2018Get up, get up, gudewife,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And get to me some dinner in haste;\nFor it will soon be three lang days\nSin I a bit o meat did taste.\u2019\n157C.11 The dinner was na weel readie,\nNor was it on the table set,\nTill other fifteen Englishmen\nWere a\u2019 lighted about the yett.\n157C.12 \u2018Come out, come out now, Gude Wallace!\nThis is the day that thou maun die:\u2019\n\u2018I lippen nae sae little to God,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Altho I be but ill wordie.\u2019\n157C.13 The gudewife had an auld gudeman;\nBy Gude Wallace he stiffly stood;\nTill ten o the fyfteen Englishmen\nBefore the door lay in their blude.\n157C.14 The other five to the greenwood ran,\nAnd he hangd these five upon a grain,\nAnd on the morn, wi his merry men a\u2019,\nHe sat at dine in Lochmaben town.\n157D: Gude Wallace\n157D.1 \u2018I WISH we had our king,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n\u2018An ilka true Scotsman had his nawn;\nFor between us an the southron louns\nI doubt some ill seed has been sawn.\u2019\n157D.2 Wallace he owre the water gaed,\nAn looked low down by a glen,\nAn there he saw a pretty, pretty maid,\nAs she was at the well washin.\n157D.3 \u2018O weel may ye wash, my bonny, bonny maid!\nAn weel may ye saep, an me to see!\nIf ye have ony tidins to tell,\nI pray you tell them unto me.\u2019\n157D.4 \u2018I have no tidins for to tell,\nNor ony uncos do I ken;\nBut up into yon little alehouse\nAn there sits fyfteen Englishmen.\n157D.5 \u2018An ay they are speakin o Gude Wallace,\nAn ay they are doomin him to hang:\u2019\n\u2018O forbid!\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n\u2018He\u2019s owre truehearted a Scotsman.\n157D.6 \u2018Had I but a penny in my pouch,\nAs I have not a single bawbee,\nI would up into yon little alehouse,\nAn ay thae southron blades to see.\u2019\n157D.7 She\u2019s put her hand into her pouch,\nAn counted him out pennies three;\n\u2018If ever I live to come back this way,\nWeel paid the money it shall be.\u2019\n157D.8 He\u2019s taen a staff into his hand,\nAn leand himsel outowre a tree,\nAn he\u2019s awa to yon little alehouse,\nAn ay the southron louns to see.\n157D.9 When he gaed in to that little alehouse,\nHe bad his bennison be there;\nThe captain answered him [in] wrath,\nHe answerd him with domineer.\n157D.10 \u2018O whare was ye born, ye crooked auld carle?\nAn how may this your dwellin be?\u2019\n\u2018O I was born in fair Scotland,\nA crooked carle altho I be.\u2019\n157D.11 \u2018O I would een gie twenty shillins\nTo ony sic crooked carle as thee\nThat wad find me out Gude Wallace;\nFor ay that traitor I lang to see.\u2019\n157D.12 \u2018Haud out your hand,\u2019 quo Gude Wallace,\n\u2018I doubt your money be not gude;\nIf ye\u2019ll gie ither twenty shillins,\nIt neer shall bide ye anither bode.\u2019\n157D.13 He\u2019s taen the captain outowre the jaws,\nAnither word spak he neer mair;\nAn five he sticket whare they sat,\nThe rest lay scramblin here an there.\n157D.14 \u2018Get up, get up, gudewife,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018An get some meat ready for me,\nFor I hae fasted this three lang days;\nA wat right hungry I may be.\u2019\n157D.15 The meat it wasna weel made ready,\nNor as weel on the table set,\nTill there cam fyfteen Englishmen\nAn lighted a\u2019 about the yett.\n157D.16 The gudewife ran but, the gudeman ran ben;\nIt put them a\u2019 in sic a stoure\nThat five he sticket whare they sat,\nAn five lay sprawlin at the door.\n157D.17 An five are to the greenwood gane,\nAn he\u2019s hangd them a\u2019 outowre a tree,\nAn before the mornin at twal o clock\nHe dined wi his men at Loch Marie.\n157E: Gude Wallace\n157E.1 WILLIE WALLACE the water lap,\nAnd lighted low down in a glen;\nThere he came to a woman washing,\nAnd she had washers nine or ten.\n157E.2 \u2018O weel may ye wash!\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018O weel may ye wash!\u2019 said fair Willie,\n\u2018And gin ye have any tidings to tell,\nI pray ye tell them unto me.\u2019\n157E.3 \u2018I have nae tidings for to tell,\nAnd as few will I let ye ken;\nBut down into yon hosteler-ha\nLies fifteen English gentlemen.\u2019\n157E.4 \u2018O had I ae penny in my pocket,\nO had I yet ane bare bawbee,\nI would go to yon hosteler-ha,\nAll for these Englishmen to see.\n157E.5 \u2018O wil ye len me ane pennie,\nOr will ye len me a bare bawbee,\nI would go to yon hosteler-ha,\nAll for these Englishmen to see.\u2019\n157E.6 She\u2019s put her hand into her pocket,\nAnd she\u2019s gaen him out guineas three,\nAnd he\u2019s away to yon ostler-ha,\nAll for these Englishmen to see.\n157E.7 Before he came to the hosteler-ha,\nHe linkit his armour oer a tree;\nThese Englishmen, being weel book-learned,\nThey said to him, Great Dominie!\n157E.8 Where was ye born, ye crookit carle?\nWhere was ye born, or in what countrie?\n\u2018In merry Scotland I was born,\nA crookit carle altho I be.\u2019\n157E.9 \u2018Here\u2019s fifteen shillings,\u2019 one of them said,\n\u2018Here\u2019s other fifteen I\u2019ll gie to thee,\nIf you will tell me where the traitor Willie Wallace is,\nOr where away thou thinks he\u2019ll be.\u2019\n157E.10 \u2018Pay down, pay down your money,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Pay down, pay down richt speedilie,\nFor if your answer be not good,\nYou shall have the downfall of Robin Hood,\u2019[said he].\n157E.11 He struck the captain on the jaw,\nHe swore that he would chow nae mair cheese;\nHe\u2019s killed all the rest with his good broadsword,\nAnd left them wallowing on their knees.\n157E.12 \u2018Go cover the table,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018Go cover the table, get me some meat,\nFor it is three days and rather mair\nSince I did either drink or eat.\u2019\n157E.13 They had not the table weel covered,\nNor yet the candle weel gaen licht,\nTill fifteen other Englishmen\nThey a\u2019 down at the door did light.\n157E.14 \u2018Come out, come out, Willie Wallace,\u2019 they said.\n\u2018Come out, come out, and do not flee,\nFor we have sworn by our good broadswords\nThat this is the nicht that you sall dee.\u2019\n157E.15 He\u2019s killed five with his good broadsword,\nHe\u2019s drowned other five in the raging sea,\nAnd he\u2019s taen other five to the merry greenwood,\nAnd hanged them oer the highest tree.\n157F: Gude Wallace\n157F.1 WALLACE in the high highlans,\nNeither meat nor drink got he;\nSaid, fa me life, or fa me death,\nNow to some town I maun be.\n157F.2 He\u2019s put on his short claiding,\nAnd on his short claiding put he;\nSays, Fa me life, or fa me death,\nNow to Perth-town I maun be.\n157F.3 He steped oer the river Tay,\nI wat he steped on dry land;\nHe was aware of a well-fared maid,\nWas washing there her lilie hands.\n157F.4 \u2018What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?\nWhat news hae ye this day to me?\u2019\n\u2018No news, no news, ye gentle knight,\nNo news hae I this day to thee,\nBut fifteen lords in the hostage-house\nWaiting Wallace for to see.\u2019\n157F.5 \u2018If I had but in my pocket\nThe worth of one single pennie,\nI would go to the hostage-house,\nAnd there the gentlemen to see.\u2019\n157F.6 She put her hand in her pocket,\nAnd she has pulld out half-a-crown;\nSays, Take ye that, ye belted knight,\n\u2019Twill pay your way till ye come down.\n157F.7 As he went from the well-fared maid,\nA beggar bold I wat met he,\nWas coverd wi a clouted cloak,\nAnd in his hand a trusty tree.\n157F.8 \u2018What news, what news, ye silly auld man?\nWhat news hae ye this day to gie?\u2019\n\u2018No news, no news, ye belted knight,\nNo news hae I this day to thee,\nBut fifteen lords in the hostage-house\nWaiting Wallace for to see.\u2019\n157F.9 \u2018Ye\u2019ll lend me your clouted cloak,\nThat covers you frae head to shie,\nAnd I\u2019ll go to the hostage-house,\nAsking there for some supplie.\u2019\n157F.10 Now he\u2019s gone to the West-muir wood,\nAnd there he\u2019s pulld a trusty tree;\nAnd then he\u2019s on to the hostage gone,\nAsking there for charitie.\n157F.11 n the stair the captain comes,\nAye the poor man for to see:\n\u2018If ye be a captain as good as ye look,\nYe\u2019ll give a poor man some supplie;\nIf ye be a captain as good as ye look,\nA guinea this day ye\u2019ll gie to me.\u2019\n157F.12 \u2018Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?\nWhere were ye born, in what countrie?\u2019\nIn fair Scotland I was born,\nCrooked carle that I be.\u2019\n157F.13 \u2018I would give you fifty pounds,\nOf gold and white monie,\nI would give you fifty pounds,\nIf the traitor Wallace ye\u2019d let me see.\u2019\n157F.14 \u2018Tell down your money,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018Tell down your money, if it be good;\nI\u2019m sure I have it in my power,\nAnd never had a better bode.\n157F.15 \u2018Tell down your money,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018And let me see if it be fine;\nI\u2019m sure I have it in my Ower\nTo bring the traitor Wallace in.\u2019\n157F.16 The money was told on the table,\nSilver bright of pounds fiftie;\n\u2018Now here I stand,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018And what hae ye to say to me?\u2019\n157F.17 He slew the captain where he stood,\nThe rest they did quack and roar;\nHe slew the rest around the room,\nAnd askd if there were any more.\n157F.18 \u2018Come, cover the table,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018Come, cover the table now, make haste;\nFor it will soon be three lang days\nSin I a bit o meat did taste.\u2019\n157F.19 The table was not well covered,\nNor yet was he set down to dine,\nTill fifteen more of the English lords\nSurrounded the house where he was in.\n157F.20 The guidwife she ran but the floor,\nAnd aye the guidman he ran ben;\nFrom eight o clock till four at noon\nHe has killd full thirty man.\n157F.21 He put the house in sick a swither\nThat five o them he sticket dead,\nFive o them he drownd in the river,\nAnd five hung in the West-muir wood.\n157F.22 Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,\nWhere the maid was washing tenderlie;\n\u2018Now by my sooth,\u2019 said Willie Wallace,\n\u2018It\u2019s been a sair day\u2019s wark to me.\u2019\n157F.23 He\u2019s put his hand in his pocket,\nAnd he has pulld out twenty pounds;\nSays, Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid,\nFor the gude luck of your half-crown.\n157G: Gude Wallace\n157G.1 WOUD ye hear of William Wallace,\nAn sek him as he goes,\nInto the lan of Lanark,\nAmang his mortal faes?\n157G.2 There was fyften English sogers\nUnto his ladie cam,\nSaid, Gie us William Wallace,\nThat we may have him slain.\n157G.3 Woud ye gie William Wallace,\nThat we may have him slain,\nAnd ye\u2019s be wedded to a lord,\nThe best in Christendeem.\n157G.4 \u2018This verra nicht at seven,\nBrave Wallace will come in,\nAnd he\u2019ll come to my chamber-door,\nWithout or dread or din.\u2019\n157G.5 The fyften English sogers\nAround the house did wait,\nAnd four brave southron foragers\nStood hie upon the gait.\n157G.6 That verra nicht at seven\nBrave Wallace he came in,\nAnd he came to his ladie\u2019s bouir,\nWithouten dread or din.\n157G.7 When she beheld him Wallace,\nShe star\u2019d him in the face;\n\u2018Ohon, alas!\u2019 said that ladie,\n\u2018This is a woful case.\n157G.8 \u2018For I this nicht have sold you,\nThis nicht you must be taen,\nAnd I\u2019m to be wedded to a lord,\nThe best in christendeem.\u2019\n157G.9 \u2018Do you repent,\u2019 said Wallace,\n\u2018The ill you\u2019ve dane to me?\u2019\n\u2018Ay, that I do,\u2019 said that ladie,\n\u2018And will do till I die.\n157G.10 \u2018Ay, that I do,\u2019 said that ladie,\n\u2018And will do ever still,\nAnd for the ill I\u2019ve dane to you,\nLet me burn upon a hill.\u2019\n157G.11 \u2018Now God forfend,\u2019 says brave Wallace,\n\u2018I shoud be so unkind;\nWhatever I am to Scotland\u2019s faes,\nI\u2019m aye a woman\u2019s friend.\n157G.12 \u2018Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,\nYour gown but and your kirtle,\nYour petticoat of bonny brown,\nAnd belt about my middle?\n157G.13 \u2018I\u2019ll take a pitcher in ilka hand,\nAnd do me to the well;\nThey\u2019ll think I\u2019m one of your maidens,\nOr think it is yoursell.\u2019\n157G.14 She has gien him her gown, her gown,\nHer petticoat and kirtle,\nHer broadest belt, wi silver clasp,\nTo bind about his middle.\n157G.15 He\u2019s taen a pitcher in ilka hand,\nAnd dane him to the well;\nThey thought him one of her maidens,\nThey kend it was nae hersell.\n157G.16 Said one of the southron foragers,\nSee ye yon lusty dame?\nI woud nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,\nTo bring her back agen.\n157G.17 Then all the southrons followd him,\nAnd sure they were but four;\nBut he has drawn his trusty brand,\nAnd slew them pair by pair.\n157G.18 He threw the pitchers frae his hands,\nAnd to the hills fled he,\nUntil he cam to a fair may,\nWas washin on yon lea.\n157G.19 \u2018What news, what news, ye weel-far\u2019d may?\nWhat news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n\u2018Ill news, ill news,\u2019 the fair may said,\n\u2018Ill news I hae to thee.\n157G.20 \u2018There is fyften English sogers\nInto that thatched inn,\nSeeking Sir William Wallace;\nI fear that he is slain.\u2019\n157G.21 \u2018Have ye any money in your pocket?\nPray lend it unto me,\nAnd when I come this way again,\nRepaid ye weel shall be.\u2019\n157G.22 She[\u2019s] put her hand in her pocket,\nAnd taen out shillings three;\nHe turnd him right and round about,\nAnd thankd the weel-far\u2019d may.\n157G.23 He had not gone a long rig length,\nA rig length and a span,\nUntil he met a bold beggar,\nAs sturdy as coud gang.\n157G.24 \u2018What news, what news, ye bold beggar?\nWhat news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n\u2018O heavy news,\u2019 the beggar said,\n\u2018I hae to tell to thee.\n157G.25 \u2018There is fyften English sogers,\nI heard them in yon inn,\nVowing to kill him Wallace;\nI fear the chief is slain.\u2019\n157G.26 \u2018Will ye change apparell wi me, auld man?\nChange your apparell for mine?\nAnd when I come this way again,\nYe\u2019ll be my ain poor-man.\u2019\n157G.27 When he got on the beggar\u2019s coat,\nThe pike-staff in his hand,\nHe\u2019s dane him down to yon tavern,\nWhere they were drinking wine.\n157G.28 \u2018What news, what news, ye staff-beggar?\nWhat news hae ye to gie?\u2019\n\u2018I hae nae news, I heard nae news,\nAs few I\u2019ll hae frae thee.\u2019\n157G.29 think your coat is ragged, auld man;\nBut woud you wages win,\nAnd tell where William Wallace is,\nWe\u2019ll lay gold in your hand.\u2019\n157G.30 \u2018Tell down, tell down your good red gold,\nUpon the table-head,\nAnd ye sall William Wallace see,\nWi the down-come of Robin Hood.\u2019\n157G.31 They had nae tauld the money down,\nAnd laid it on his knee,\nWhen candles, lamps, and candlesticks,\nHe on the floor gard flee.\n157G.32 he had drawn his trusty brand,\nAnd slew them one by one,\nThen sat down at the table-head,\nAnd called for some wine.\n157G.33 The goodwife she ran but, ran but,\nThe goodman she ran ben,\nThe verra bairns about the fire\nWere a\u2019 like to gang brain.\n157G.34 \u2018Now if there be a Scotsman here,\nHe\u2019ll come and drink wi me;\nBut if there be an English loun,\nIt is his time to flee.\u2019\n157G.35 The goodman was an Englishman,\nAnd to the hills he ran;\nThe goodwife was a scots woman,\nAnd she came to his hand.\n157H: Gude Wallace\n157H.1 WALLACE wight, upon a night,\nCame riding oer the linn,\nAnd he is to his leman\u2019s bower,\nAnd tirld at the pin.\n157H.2 \u2018O sleep ye, wake ye, lady?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Ye\u2019ll rise, lat me come in.\u2019\n\u2018O wha\u2019s this at my bower-door,\nThat knocks, and knows my name?\u2019\n\u2018My name is William Wallace,\nYe may my errand ken.\u2019\n157H.3 \u2018The truth to you I will rehearse,\nThe secret I\u2019ll unfold;\nInto your enmies\u2019 hands this night\nI fairly hae you sold.\u2019\n157H.4 \u2018If that be true ye tell to me,\nDo ye repent it sair?\u2019\n\u2018O that I do,\u2019 she said, \u2019dear Wallace,\nAnd will do evermair!\n157H.5 \u2018The English did surround my house,\nAnd forced me theretill;\nBut for your sake, my dear Wallace,\nI coud burn on a hill.\u2019\n157H.6 Then he gae her a loving kiss,\nThe tear droppd frae his ee;\nSays, Fare ye well for evermair,\nYour face nae mair I\u2019ll see.\n157H.7 She dressd him in her ain claithing,\nAnd frae her house he came;\nWhich made the Englishmen admire,\nTo see this stalwart dame.\n157H.8 He is to Saint Johnston gane,\nAnd there he playd him well;\nFor there he saw a well-far\u2019d may,\nWas washing at a well.\n157H.9 \u2018What news, wnat news, ye well-far\u2019d may?\nWhat news hae ye to me?\nWhat news, what news, ye well-far\u2019d may,\nAll from your north countrie?\u2019\n157H.10 \u2018See ye not yon tavern-house,\nThat stands on yonder plain?\nThis very day have landet in it\nFull fifteen Englishmen;\n157H.11 search of Wallace, our dear champion,\nOrdaining that he shoud dee.\u2019\n\u2018Then on my troth,\u2019 said Wallace wight,\n\u2018These Englishmen I\u2019se see.\u2019\n157[I]: Gude Wallace\n157[I].1 \u2018I wish I had a king,\u2019 brave Wallace he said,\n\u2018That every brave Scotsman might leave by his oun,\nFor between me and my sovreign leige\nI think I see some ill [seed] sowen.\u2019\n157[I.2] Brave Wallace out-oer yon river he lap,\nAnd he lighted low down on the plain,\nAnd he came to a gay lady,\nAs she was at the well washing.\n157[I.3] \u2018Some tidings, some tidings,\u2019 brave Wallace he said,\n\u2018Some tidings ye most tell unto me;\nNow since we are met here togither on the plain,\nSome tidings ye most tell unto me.\u2019\n157[I.4] \u2018O go ye down to yon wee ale-house,\nAnd there is fifeteen Englishmen,\nAnd they are seeking for good Wallace,\nAnd him to take and him for to hang.\u2019\n157[I.5] \u2018I wish I had a penny in my pocket,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or although it were but a bare baubee,\nAnd I wad away to the wee ale-house,\nThe fifeteen Englishmen to see.\u2019\n157[I.6] She\u2019s put hir hand in hir left pocket,\nAnd fifeteen shillings to him she told down:\n\u2018If ever I live to come back this way,\nThe money\u2019s be well paid agein.\u2019\n157[I.7] He louted twafauld oer a stick,\nAnd he louted threefauld oer a tree,\nAnd he\u2019es gane awa to the wee ale-house,\nThe fifeteen Englishmen to see.\n157[I.8] When he came to the wee ale-house,\nHe walked ben, says, Decencey be there!\nThe Engilish proud captain he awnsered him,\nAnd he awnsered him with a graid domineer.\n157[I.9] \u2018Why, where wast thou born, thou old crooked carle?\nWhere and of what country?\u2019\n\u2018I am a true Scotsman bred and born,\nAnd an auld crooked carle, just sic as ye may see.\u2019\n157[I.10] \u2018I wad gee fifeteen shillings,\u2019 the captain he said,\n\u2018To an auld crooked carle, just sic a ane as thee,\nIf ye wad tell me of Willie Wallace,\nFor he\u2019s the man I wad fain see.\u2019\n157[I.11] \u2018O hold your hand,\u2019 brave Wallace he said,\n\u2018And let me see if yeer coin be good;\nIf ye wad give fifeteen shillings more,\nYe never bade a better boad.\u2019\n157[I.12] He\u2019s tean the captain out-oer the chaft-blade,\nTill a bitt of meat he never did eat mair;\nHe stickit a\u2019 the reste as the sat aroun the table,\nAnd he left them all a spraulling there.\n157[I.13] \u2018Get up, get up, goodwife,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Get up and get me some denner in haste,\nFor it is now three days and nights\nSince a bit of meat my mouth did taste.\u2019\n157[I.14] The denner was not well made ready,\nNor was it on the table sett,\nTill other fifeteen English men\nWere a\u2019 perading about the yett.\n157[I.15] \u2018Come out, come out now, Wallace,\u2019 they crys,\n\u2018For this is the place ye\u2019es sure for [to] die;\u2019\n\u2018I lippen not sae little to good,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Although I be but ill-wordie.\u2019\n157[I.16] The goodman ran butt, the goodwife ran ben,\nThey put the house in such a fever!\nFive of them he sticket where they stood,\nAnd other five he smoddered in the gitter.\n157[I.17] Five of them he folowd to the merry greenwood,\nAnd these five he hangt on a grain,\nAnd gin the morn at ten o\u2019clock\nHe was wi his mirry men at Lochmaben.","title":"The Child Ballads: 157. Gude Wallace","type":"page"}