157GUDE WALLACE

A.‘On an honourable Achievement of Sir William Wallace, near Falkirk,’ a chap-book of Four New Songs and a Prophecy, 1745? Johnson’s Museum, ed. 1853, D. Laing’s additions, IV, 458 *; Maidment’s Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 83.

B.‘Sir William Wallace,’ communicated to Percy by Robert Lambe, of Norham, probably in 1768.

C.‘Gude Wallace,’ Johnson’s Museum, p. 498, No 484, communicated by Robert Burns.

D.‘Gude Wallace,’ communicated to Robert Chambers by Elliot Anderson, 1827.

E.‘Willie Wallace,’communicated to James Telfer by A. Fisher.

F.‘Willie Wallace,’ Buchan’s Gleanings, p. 114.

G.‘Sir William Wallace,’ Alexander Laing’s Thistle of Scotland, p. 100; Motherwell’s MS., p. 487.

H.‘Wallace and his Leman,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 226.

Cis reprinted by Finlay, I, 103. It is made the basis of a long ballad by Jamieson, II, 166, and serves as a thread for Cunningham’s ‘Gude Wallace,’ Scottish Songs, I, 262.[147]Fis repeated by Motherwell, Minstrelsy, p. 364, and by Aytoun, I, 54. A copy in the Laing MSS, University of Edinburgh, Div. II, 358, isC.

Blind Harry’s Wallace (of about 1460, earlier than 1488) is clearly the source of this ballad.A-Fare derived from vv 1080–1119 of the Fifth Book. Here Wallace, on his way to a hostelry with a comrade, met a woman, who counselled them to pass by, if Scots, for southrons were there, drinking and talking of Wallace; twenty are there, making great din, but no man of fence. “Wallace went in and bad Benedicite.” The captain said, Thou art a Scot, the devil thy nation quell. Wallace drew, and ran the captain through; “fifteen he straik and fifteen has he slayn;” his comrade killed the other five.

The story ofA-Eis sufficiently represented by that ofA. Wallace comes upon a woman washing, and asks her for tidings. There are fifteen Englishmen at the hostelry seeking Wallace. Had he money he would go thither. She tells him out twenty shillings (for which he takes offbothhat and hood, and thanks her reverently). He bows himself over a staff and enters the hostelry, saying, Good ben be here (inC, he bad Benedicite, in the words of Blind Harry). The captain asks the crooked carl where he was born, and the carl answers that he is a Scot. The captain offers the carl twenty shillings for a sight of Wallace. The carl wants no better bode, or offer.[148]He strikes the captain such a blow over the jaws that he will never eat more, and sticks the rest. Then he bids the goodwife get him food, for he has eaten nothing for two days. Ere the meal is ready, fifteen other Englishmen light at the door. These he soon disposes of, sticking five, trampling five in the gutter, and hanging five in the wood.

Fmakes Wallace change clothes with abeggar, and ask charity at the inn. He kills his thirty men between eight and four, and then returning to the North-Inch (a common lying along the Tay, near Perth) finds the maid who was washing her lilie hands in st. 3 still “washing tenderlie.” He pulls out twenty of the fifty pounds which he got from the captain, and hands them over to the maid for the good luck of her half-crown.

Ghas the change of clothes with the beggar, found inF, and prefixes to the story of the other versions another adventure of Wallace, taken from the Fourth Book of Blind Harry, vv 704–87. Wallace’s enemies have seen him leaving his mistress’s house. They seize her, threaten to burn her unless she ‘tells,’ and promise to marry her to a knight if she will help to bring the rebel down. Wallace returns, and she seeks to detain him, but he says he must go back to his men. Hereupon she falls to weeping, and ends with confessing her treason. He asks her if she repents; she says that to mend the miss she would burn on a hill, and is forgiven. Wallace puts on her gown and curches, hiding his sword under his weed, tells the armed men who are watching for him that Wallace is locked in, and makes good speed out of the gate. Two men follow him, for he seems to be a stalwart quean; Wallace turns on them and kills them. This is Blind Harry’s story, and it will be observed to be followed closely in the ballad, with the addition of a pitcher in each hand to complete the female disguise, and two more southrons to follow and be killed. The first half of this version is plainly a late piece of work, very possibly of this century, much later than the other, which itself need not be very old. But the portions of Blind Harry’s poem out of which these ballads were made were perhaps themselves composed from older ballads, and the restitution of the lyrical form may have given us something not altogether unlike what was sung in the fifteenth, or even the fourteenth, century. The fragmentHis, as far as it goes, a repetition ofG.

Bower (1444–49) says that after the battle of Roslyn, 1298, Wallace took ship and went to France, distinguishing himself by his valor against pirates on the sea and against the English on the continent, as ballads both in France and Scotland testify.[149]A fragment of a ballad relating to Wallace is preserved in Constable’s MS. Cantus: Leyden’s Complaynt of Scotland, p. 226.

Wallace parted his men in threeAnd sundrie gaits are gone.

Wallace parted his men in three

And sundrie gaits are gone.

Cis translated by Arndt, Blütenlese, p. 198;Fby Knortz, Schottische Balladen, p. 69, No 22.

A chap-book of Four New Songs and a Prophecy, 1745? The Scots Musical Museum, 1853, D. Laing’s additions, IV, 458 *; Maidment, Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 83.

1‘Had we a king,’ said Wallace then,‘That our kind Scots might live by their own!But betwixt me and the English bloodI think there is an ill seed sown.’2Wallace him over a river lap,He lookd low down to a linn;He was war of a gay ladyWas even at the well washing.3‘Well mot ye fare, fair madam,’ he said,‘And ay well mot ye fare and see!Have ye any tidings me to tell,I pray you’ll show them unto me.’4‘I have no tidings you to tell,Nor yet no tidings you to ken;But into that hostler’s houseThere’s fifteen of your Englishmen.5‘And they are seeking Wallace there,For they’ve ordained him to be slain:’‘O God forbid!’ said Wallace then,‘For he’s oer good a kind Scotsman.6‘But had I money me upon,And evn this day, as I have none,Then would I to that hostler’s house,And evn as fast as I could gang.’7She put her hand in her pocket,She told him twenty shillings oer her knee;Then he took off both hat and hood,And thankd the lady most reverently.8‘If eer I come this way again,Well paid [your] money it shall be;’Then he took off both hat and hood,And he thankd the lady most reverently.9He leand him twofold oer a staff,So did he threefold oer a tree,And he’s away to the hostler’s house,Even as fast as he might dree.10When he came to the hostler’s house,He said, Good-ben be here! quoth he:An English captain, being deep load,He asked him right cankerdly,11Where was you born, thou crooked carle,And in what place, and what country?’Tis I was born in fair Scotland,A crooked carle although I be.’12The English captain swore by th’ rood,‘We are Scotsmen as well as thee,And we are seeking Wallace; thenTo have him merry we should be.’13‘The man,’ said Wallace, ‘ye’re looking for,I seed him within these days three;And he has slain an English captain,And ay the fearder the rest may be.’14‘I’d give twenty shillings,’ said the captain,‘To such a crooked carle as thee,If you would take me to the placeWhere that I might proud Wallace see.’15‘Hold out your hand,’ said Wallace then,‘And show your money and be free,For tho you’d bid an hundred pound,I never bade a better bode,’ [said he].16He struck the captain oer the chafts,Till that he never chewed more;He stickd the rest about the board,And left them all a sprawling there.17‘Rise up, goodwife,’ said Wallace then,‘And give me something for to eat;For it’s near two days to an endSince I tasted one bit of meat.’18His board was scarce well covered,Nor yet his dine well scantly dight,Till fifteen other EnglishmenDown all about the door did light.19‘Come out, come out,’ said they, ‘Wallace!’ then,‘For the day is come that ye must die;’And they thought so little of his might,But ay the fearder they might be.20The wife ran but, the gudeman ran ben,It put them all into a fever;Then five he sticked where they stood,And five he trampled in the gutter.21And five he chased to yon green wood,He hanged them all out-oer a grain;And gainst the morn at twelve o’clock,He dined with his kind Scottish men.

1‘Had we a king,’ said Wallace then,‘That our kind Scots might live by their own!But betwixt me and the English bloodI think there is an ill seed sown.’

‘Had we a king,’ said Wallace then,

‘That our kind Scots might live by their own!

But betwixt me and the English blood

I think there is an ill seed sown.’

2Wallace him over a river lap,He lookd low down to a linn;He was war of a gay ladyWas even at the well washing.

Wallace him over a river lap,

He lookd low down to a linn;

He was war of a gay lady

Was even at the well washing.

3‘Well mot ye fare, fair madam,’ he said,‘And ay well mot ye fare and see!Have ye any tidings me to tell,I pray you’ll show them unto me.’

‘Well mot ye fare, fair madam,’ he said,

‘And ay well mot ye fare and see!

Have ye any tidings me to tell,

I pray you’ll show them unto me.’

4‘I have no tidings you to tell,Nor yet no tidings you to ken;But into that hostler’s houseThere’s fifteen of your Englishmen.

‘I have no tidings you to tell,

Nor yet no tidings you to ken;

But into that hostler’s house

There’s fifteen of your Englishmen.

5‘And they are seeking Wallace there,For they’ve ordained him to be slain:’‘O God forbid!’ said Wallace then,‘For he’s oer good a kind Scotsman.

‘And they are seeking Wallace there,

For they’ve ordained him to be slain:’

‘O God forbid!’ said Wallace then,

‘For he’s oer good a kind Scotsman.

6‘But had I money me upon,And evn this day, as I have none,Then would I to that hostler’s house,And evn as fast as I could gang.’

‘But had I money me upon,

And evn this day, as I have none,

Then would I to that hostler’s house,

And evn as fast as I could gang.’

7She put her hand in her pocket,She told him twenty shillings oer her knee;Then he took off both hat and hood,And thankd the lady most reverently.

She put her hand in her pocket,

She told him twenty shillings oer her knee;

Then he took off both hat and hood,

And thankd the lady most reverently.

8‘If eer I come this way again,Well paid [your] money it shall be;’Then he took off both hat and hood,And he thankd the lady most reverently.

‘If eer I come this way again,

Well paid [your] money it shall be;’

Then he took off both hat and hood,

And he thankd the lady most reverently.

9He leand him twofold oer a staff,So did he threefold oer a tree,And he’s away to the hostler’s house,Even as fast as he might dree.

He leand him twofold oer a staff,

So did he threefold oer a tree,

And he’s away to the hostler’s house,

Even as fast as he might dree.

10When he came to the hostler’s house,He said, Good-ben be here! quoth he:An English captain, being deep load,He asked him right cankerdly,

When he came to the hostler’s house,

He said, Good-ben be here! quoth he:

An English captain, being deep load,

He asked him right cankerdly,

11Where was you born, thou crooked carle,And in what place, and what country?’Tis I was born in fair Scotland,A crooked carle although I be.’

Where was you born, thou crooked carle,

And in what place, and what country?

’Tis I was born in fair Scotland,

A crooked carle although I be.’

12The English captain swore by th’ rood,‘We are Scotsmen as well as thee,And we are seeking Wallace; thenTo have him merry we should be.’

The English captain swore by th’ rood,

‘We are Scotsmen as well as thee,

And we are seeking Wallace; then

To have him merry we should be.’

13‘The man,’ said Wallace, ‘ye’re looking for,I seed him within these days three;And he has slain an English captain,And ay the fearder the rest may be.’

‘The man,’ said Wallace, ‘ye’re looking for,

I seed him within these days three;

And he has slain an English captain,

And ay the fearder the rest may be.’

14‘I’d give twenty shillings,’ said the captain,‘To such a crooked carle as thee,If you would take me to the placeWhere that I might proud Wallace see.’

‘I’d give twenty shillings,’ said the captain,

‘To such a crooked carle as thee,

If you would take me to the place

Where that I might proud Wallace see.’

15‘Hold out your hand,’ said Wallace then,‘And show your money and be free,For tho you’d bid an hundred pound,I never bade a better bode,’ [said he].

‘Hold out your hand,’ said Wallace then,

‘And show your money and be free,

For tho you’d bid an hundred pound,

I never bade a better bode,’ [said he].

16He struck the captain oer the chafts,Till that he never chewed more;He stickd the rest about the board,And left them all a sprawling there.

He struck the captain oer the chafts,

Till that he never chewed more;

He stickd the rest about the board,

And left them all a sprawling there.

17‘Rise up, goodwife,’ said Wallace then,‘And give me something for to eat;For it’s near two days to an endSince I tasted one bit of meat.’

‘Rise up, goodwife,’ said Wallace then,

‘And give me something for to eat;

For it’s near two days to an end

Since I tasted one bit of meat.’

18His board was scarce well covered,Nor yet his dine well scantly dight,Till fifteen other EnglishmenDown all about the door did light.

His board was scarce well covered,

Nor yet his dine well scantly dight,

Till fifteen other Englishmen

Down all about the door did light.

19‘Come out, come out,’ said they, ‘Wallace!’ then,‘For the day is come that ye must die;’And they thought so little of his might,But ay the fearder they might be.

‘Come out, come out,’ said they, ‘Wallace!’ then,

‘For the day is come that ye must die;’

And they thought so little of his might,

But ay the fearder they might be.

20The wife ran but, the gudeman ran ben,It put them all into a fever;Then five he sticked where they stood,And five he trampled in the gutter.

The wife ran but, the gudeman ran ben,

It put them all into a fever;

Then five he sticked where they stood,

And five he trampled in the gutter.

21And five he chased to yon green wood,He hanged them all out-oer a grain;And gainst the morn at twelve o’clock,He dined with his kind Scottish men.

And five he chased to yon green wood,

He hanged them all out-oer a grain;

And gainst the morn at twelve o’clock,

He dined with his kind Scottish men.

Communicated to Percy by R. Lambe, of Norham, apparently in 1768.

1‘I wish we had a king,’ says Wallace,‘That Scotland might not want a head;In England and in Scotland baith,I’m sure that some have sowed ill seed.’2Wallace he oer the water did luke,And he luked law down by a glen,And he was aware of a gay lady,As she was at the well washing.3‘Weel may ye save, fair lady!’ he says,‘Far better may ye save and see!If ye have ony tidings to tell,I pray cum tell them a’to me.’4‘I have no tidings you to tell,And as few tidings do I ken;But up and to yon ostler-houseAre just gane fifteen gentlemen.5‘They now are seeking Gude Wallace,And ay they’re damning him to hang;’‘Oh God forbid,’ says Wallace then,‘I’m sure he is a true Scotsman.6‘Had I but ae penny in my pocket,Or in my company ae baubee,I woud up to yon ostler-house,A’these big gentlemen to see.’7She pat her hand into her pocket,She powd out twenty shillings and three:‘If eer I live to come this way,Weel payed shall your money be.’8He leaned him twafold oer a staff,Sae did he twafold oer a tree,And he’s gane up to the ostler-house,A’these fine gentlemen to see.9When he cam up among them a’,He bad his benison be there;The captain, being weel buke-learnd,Did answer him in domineer.10‘Where was ye born, ye cruked carl,Or in what town, or what countree?’‘O I was born in fair Scotland,A cruked carl although I be.’11The captain sware by the root of his sword,Saying, I’m a Scotsman as weel as thee;Here’s twenty shillings of English moneyTo such a cruked carl as thee,If thou’ll tell me of that Wallace;He’s ay the creature I want to see.12‘O hawd your hand,’ says Wallace then,‘I’m feard your money be not gude;If ’twere as muckle and ten times mair,It shoud not bide anither bode.’13He’s taen the captain alang the chaps,A wat he never chawed mair;The rest he sticked about the table,And left them a’a sprawling there.14‘Gude wife,’ he said, ‘for my benison,Get up and get my dinner dight;For it is twa days till an endSyne I did taste ane bit of meat.’15Dinner was not weel made ready,Nor yet upon the table set,When fifteen other EnglishmenAlighted all about the yate.16‘Come out, come out now, Wallace,’ they say,‘For this is the day ye are to dee;Ye trust sae mickle in God’s might,And ay the less we do fear thee.’17The gude wife ran but, the gude man ran ben,They pat the house all in a swither;Five sune he sticked where he stude,And five he smitherd in a gutter.18Five he chac’d to the gude green-wood,And hanged them a’out-oer a pin;And at the morn at eight o’clockHe din’d with his men at Lough-mabin.

1‘I wish we had a king,’ says Wallace,‘That Scotland might not want a head;In England and in Scotland baith,I’m sure that some have sowed ill seed.’

‘I wish we had a king,’ says Wallace,

‘That Scotland might not want a head;

In England and in Scotland baith,

I’m sure that some have sowed ill seed.’

2Wallace he oer the water did luke,And he luked law down by a glen,And he was aware of a gay lady,As she was at the well washing.

Wallace he oer the water did luke,

And he luked law down by a glen,

And he was aware of a gay lady,

As she was at the well washing.

3‘Weel may ye save, fair lady!’ he says,‘Far better may ye save and see!If ye have ony tidings to tell,I pray cum tell them a’to me.’

‘Weel may ye save, fair lady!’ he says,

‘Far better may ye save and see!

If ye have ony tidings to tell,

I pray cum tell them a’to me.’

4‘I have no tidings you to tell,And as few tidings do I ken;But up and to yon ostler-houseAre just gane fifteen gentlemen.

‘I have no tidings you to tell,

And as few tidings do I ken;

But up and to yon ostler-house

Are just gane fifteen gentlemen.

5‘They now are seeking Gude Wallace,And ay they’re damning him to hang;’‘Oh God forbid,’ says Wallace then,‘I’m sure he is a true Scotsman.

‘They now are seeking Gude Wallace,

And ay they’re damning him to hang;’

‘Oh God forbid,’ says Wallace then,

‘I’m sure he is a true Scotsman.

6‘Had I but ae penny in my pocket,Or in my company ae baubee,I woud up to yon ostler-house,A’these big gentlemen to see.’

‘Had I but ae penny in my pocket,

Or in my company ae baubee,

I woud up to yon ostler-house,

A’these big gentlemen to see.’

7She pat her hand into her pocket,She powd out twenty shillings and three:‘If eer I live to come this way,Weel payed shall your money be.’

She pat her hand into her pocket,

She powd out twenty shillings and three:

‘If eer I live to come this way,

Weel payed shall your money be.’

8He leaned him twafold oer a staff,Sae did he twafold oer a tree,And he’s gane up to the ostler-house,A’these fine gentlemen to see.

He leaned him twafold oer a staff,

Sae did he twafold oer a tree,

And he’s gane up to the ostler-house,

A’these fine gentlemen to see.

9When he cam up among them a’,He bad his benison be there;The captain, being weel buke-learnd,Did answer him in domineer.

When he cam up among them a’,

He bad his benison be there;

The captain, being weel buke-learnd,

Did answer him in domineer.

10‘Where was ye born, ye cruked carl,Or in what town, or what countree?’‘O I was born in fair Scotland,A cruked carl although I be.’

‘Where was ye born, ye cruked carl,

Or in what town, or what countree?’

‘O I was born in fair Scotland,

A cruked carl although I be.’

11The captain sware by the root of his sword,Saying, I’m a Scotsman as weel as thee;Here’s twenty shillings of English moneyTo such a cruked carl as thee,If thou’ll tell me of that Wallace;He’s ay the creature I want to see.

The captain sware by the root of his sword,

Saying, I’m a Scotsman as weel as thee;

Here’s twenty shillings of English money

To such a cruked carl as thee,

If thou’ll tell me of that Wallace;

He’s ay the creature I want to see.

12‘O hawd your hand,’ says Wallace then,‘I’m feard your money be not gude;If ’twere as muckle and ten times mair,It shoud not bide anither bode.’

‘O hawd your hand,’ says Wallace then,

‘I’m feard your money be not gude;

If ’twere as muckle and ten times mair,

It shoud not bide anither bode.’

13He’s taen the captain alang the chaps,A wat he never chawed mair;The rest he sticked about the table,And left them a’a sprawling there.

He’s taen the captain alang the chaps,

A wat he never chawed mair;

The rest he sticked about the table,

And left them a’a sprawling there.

14‘Gude wife,’ he said, ‘for my benison,Get up and get my dinner dight;For it is twa days till an endSyne I did taste ane bit of meat.’

‘Gude wife,’ he said, ‘for my benison,

Get up and get my dinner dight;

For it is twa days till an end

Syne I did taste ane bit of meat.’

15Dinner was not weel made ready,Nor yet upon the table set,When fifteen other EnglishmenAlighted all about the yate.

Dinner was not weel made ready,

Nor yet upon the table set,

When fifteen other Englishmen

Alighted all about the yate.

16‘Come out, come out now, Wallace,’ they say,‘For this is the day ye are to dee;Ye trust sae mickle in God’s might,And ay the less we do fear thee.’

‘Come out, come out now, Wallace,’ they say,

‘For this is the day ye are to dee;

Ye trust sae mickle in God’s might,

And ay the less we do fear thee.’

17The gude wife ran but, the gude man ran ben,They pat the house all in a swither;Five sune he sticked where he stude,And five he smitherd in a gutter.

The gude wife ran but, the gude man ran ben,

They pat the house all in a swither;

Five sune he sticked where he stude,

And five he smitherd in a gutter.

18Five he chac’d to the gude green-wood,And hanged them a’out-oer a pin;And at the morn at eight o’clockHe din’d with his men at Lough-mabin.

Five he chac’d to the gude green-wood,

And hanged them a’out-oer a pin;

And at the morn at eight o’clock

He din’d with his men at Lough-mabin.

Johnson’s Museum, p. 498, No 484, communicated by Robert Burns.

1‘O For my ain king,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘The rightfu king of fair Scotland!Between me and my soverign bludeI think I see some ill seed sawn.’2Wallace out over yon river he lap,And he has lighted low down on yon plain,And he was aware of a gay ladie,As she was at the well washing.3‘What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,‘What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,‘What tydins hae ye in the south countrie?’4‘Low down in yon wee ostler-houseThere is fyfteen Englishmen,And they are seekin for Gude Wallace,It’s him to take and him to hang.’5‘There’s nocht in my purse,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘There’s nocht, not even a bare pennie;But I will down to yon wee ostler-house,Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.’6And when he cam to yon wee ostler-houseHe bad bendicite be there;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .7‘Where was ye born, auld crookit carl?Where was ye born, in what countrie?’‘I am a true Scot born and bred,And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.’8‘I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,To onie crookit carl just sic as ye,If ye will get me Gude Wallace;For he is the man I wad very fain see.’9He hit the proud captain alang the chafft-blade,That never a bit o meal he ate mair;And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,And he left them a’lyin sprawlin there.10‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,‘And get to me some dinner in haste;For it will soon be three lang daysSin I a bit o meat did taste.’11The dinner was na weel readie,Nor was it on the table set,Till other fifteen EnglishmenWere a’lighted about the yett.12‘Come out, come out now, Gude Wallace!This is the day that thou maun die:’‘I lippen nae sae little to God,’ he says,‘Altho I be but ill wordie.’13The gudewife had an auld gudeman;By Gude Wallace he stiffly stood,Till ten o the fyfteen EnglishmenBefore the door lay in their blude.14The other five to the greenwood ran,And he hangd these five upon a grain,And on the morn, wi his merry men a’,He sat at dine in Lochmaben town.

1‘O For my ain king,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘The rightfu king of fair Scotland!Between me and my soverign bludeI think I see some ill seed sawn.’

‘O For my ain king,’ quo Gude Wallace,

‘The rightfu king of fair Scotland!

Between me and my soverign blude

I think I see some ill seed sawn.’

2Wallace out over yon river he lap,And he has lighted low down on yon plain,And he was aware of a gay ladie,As she was at the well washing.

Wallace out over yon river he lap,

And he has lighted low down on yon plain,

And he was aware of a gay ladie,

As she was at the well washing.

3‘What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,‘What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,‘What tydins hae ye in the south countrie?’

‘What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,

‘What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?

What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,

‘What tydins hae ye in the south countrie?’

4‘Low down in yon wee ostler-houseThere is fyfteen Englishmen,And they are seekin for Gude Wallace,It’s him to take and him to hang.’

‘Low down in yon wee ostler-house

There is fyfteen Englishmen,

And they are seekin for Gude Wallace,

It’s him to take and him to hang.’

5‘There’s nocht in my purse,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘There’s nocht, not even a bare pennie;But I will down to yon wee ostler-house,Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.’

‘There’s nocht in my purse,’ quo Gude Wallace,

‘There’s nocht, not even a bare pennie;

But I will down to yon wee ostler-house,

Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see.’

6And when he cam to yon wee ostler-houseHe bad bendicite be there;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .

And when he cam to yon wee ostler-house

He bad bendicite be there;

. . . . . . .

7‘Where was ye born, auld crookit carl?Where was ye born, in what countrie?’‘I am a true Scot born and bred,And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.’

‘Where was ye born, auld crookit carl?

Where was ye born, in what countrie?’

‘I am a true Scot born and bred,

And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see.’

8‘I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,To onie crookit carl just sic as ye,If ye will get me Gude Wallace;For he is the man I wad very fain see.’

‘I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl,

To onie crookit carl just sic as ye,

If ye will get me Gude Wallace;

For he is the man I wad very fain see.’

9He hit the proud captain alang the chafft-blade,That never a bit o meal he ate mair;And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,And he left them a’lyin sprawlin there.

He hit the proud captain alang the chafft-blade,

That never a bit o meal he ate mair;

And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat,

And he left them a’lyin sprawlin there.

10‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,‘And get to me some dinner in haste;For it will soon be three lang daysSin I a bit o meat did taste.’

‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,

‘And get to me some dinner in haste;

For it will soon be three lang days

Sin I a bit o meat did taste.’

11The dinner was na weel readie,Nor was it on the table set,Till other fifteen EnglishmenWere a’lighted about the yett.

The dinner was na weel readie,

Nor was it on the table set,

Till other fifteen Englishmen

Were a’lighted about the yett.

12‘Come out, come out now, Gude Wallace!This is the day that thou maun die:’‘I lippen nae sae little to God,’ he says,‘Altho I be but ill wordie.’

‘Come out, come out now, Gude Wallace!

This is the day that thou maun die:’

‘I lippen nae sae little to God,’ he says,

‘Altho I be but ill wordie.’

13The gudewife had an auld gudeman;By Gude Wallace he stiffly stood,Till ten o the fyfteen EnglishmenBefore the door lay in their blude.

The gudewife had an auld gudeman;

By Gude Wallace he stiffly stood,

Till ten o the fyfteen Englishmen

Before the door lay in their blude.

14The other five to the greenwood ran,And he hangd these five upon a grain,And on the morn, wi his merry men a’,He sat at dine in Lochmaben town.

The other five to the greenwood ran,

And he hangd these five upon a grain,

And on the morn, wi his merry men a’,

He sat at dine in Lochmaben town.

Communicated to Robert Chambers by Elliot Anderson, Galashiels, 21 April, 1827, in a letter preserved among Kinloch’s papers. Copied, with changes, in Kinloch MSS, I, 177. Furnished me by Mr. Macmath.

1‘I wish we had our king,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘An ilka true Scotsman had his nawn;For between us an the southron lounsI doubt some ill seed has been sawn.’2Wallace he owre the water gaed,An looked low down by a glen,An there he saw a pretty, pretty maid,As she was at the well washin.3‘O weel may ye wash, my bonny, bonny maid!An weel may ye saep, an me to see!If ye have ony tidins to tell,I pray you tell them unto me.’4‘I have no tidins for to tell,Nor ony uncos do I ken;But up into yon little alehouseAn there sits fyfteen Englishmen.5‘An ay they are speakin o Gude Wallace,An ay they are doomin him to hang:’‘O forbid!’ quo Gude Wallace,‘He’s owre truehearted a Scotsman.6‘Had I but a penny in my pouch,As I have not a single bawbee,I would up into yon little alehouse,An ay thae southron blades to see.’7She’s put her hand into her pouch,An counted him out pennies three;‘If ever I live to come back this way,Weel paid the money it shall be.’8He’s taen a staff into his hand,An leand himsel outowre a tree,An he’s awa to yon little alehouse,An ay the southron louns to see.9When he gaed in to that little alehouse,He bad his bennison be there;The captain answered him [in] wrath,He answerd him with domineer.10‘O whare was ye born, ye crooked auld carle?An how may this your dwellin be?’‘O I was born in fair Scotland,A crooked carle altho I be.’11‘O I would een gie twenty shillinsTo ony sic crooked carle as theeThat wad find me out Gude Wallace;For ay that traitor I lang to see.’12‘Haud out your hand,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘I doubt your money be not gude;If ye’ll gie ither twenty shillins,It neer shall bide ye anither bode.’13He’s taen the captain outowre the jaws,Anither word spak he neer mair;An five he sticket whare they sat,The rest lay scramblin here an there.14‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,‘An get some meat ready for me,For I hae fasted this three lang days;A wat right hungry I may be.’15The meat it wasna weel made ready,Nor as weel on the table set,Till there cam fyfteen EnglishmenAn lighted a’about the yett.16The gudewife ran but, the gudeman ran ben;It put them a’in sic a stoureThat five he sticket whare they sat,An five lay sprawlin at the door.17An five are to the greenwood gane,An he’s hangd them a’outowre a tree,An before the mornin twal o clockHe dined wi his men at Loch Marie.

1‘I wish we had our king,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘An ilka true Scotsman had his nawn;For between us an the southron lounsI doubt some ill seed has been sawn.’

‘I wish we had our king,’ quo Gude Wallace,

‘An ilka true Scotsman had his nawn;

For between us an the southron louns

I doubt some ill seed has been sawn.’

2Wallace he owre the water gaed,An looked low down by a glen,An there he saw a pretty, pretty maid,As she was at the well washin.

Wallace he owre the water gaed,

An looked low down by a glen,

An there he saw a pretty, pretty maid,

As she was at the well washin.

3‘O weel may ye wash, my bonny, bonny maid!An weel may ye saep, an me to see!If ye have ony tidins to tell,I pray you tell them unto me.’

‘O weel may ye wash, my bonny, bonny maid!

An weel may ye saep, an me to see!

If ye have ony tidins to tell,

I pray you tell them unto me.’

4‘I have no tidins for to tell,Nor ony uncos do I ken;But up into yon little alehouseAn there sits fyfteen Englishmen.

‘I have no tidins for to tell,

Nor ony uncos do I ken;

But up into yon little alehouse

An there sits fyfteen Englishmen.

5‘An ay they are speakin o Gude Wallace,An ay they are doomin him to hang:’‘O forbid!’ quo Gude Wallace,‘He’s owre truehearted a Scotsman.

‘An ay they are speakin o Gude Wallace,

An ay they are doomin him to hang:’

‘O forbid!’ quo Gude Wallace,

‘He’s owre truehearted a Scotsman.

6‘Had I but a penny in my pouch,As I have not a single bawbee,I would up into yon little alehouse,An ay thae southron blades to see.’

‘Had I but a penny in my pouch,

As I have not a single bawbee,

I would up into yon little alehouse,

An ay thae southron blades to see.’

7She’s put her hand into her pouch,An counted him out pennies three;‘If ever I live to come back this way,Weel paid the money it shall be.’

She’s put her hand into her pouch,

An counted him out pennies three;

‘If ever I live to come back this way,

Weel paid the money it shall be.’

8He’s taen a staff into his hand,An leand himsel outowre a tree,An he’s awa to yon little alehouse,An ay the southron louns to see.

He’s taen a staff into his hand,

An leand himsel outowre a tree,

An he’s awa to yon little alehouse,

An ay the southron louns to see.

9When he gaed in to that little alehouse,He bad his bennison be there;The captain answered him [in] wrath,He answerd him with domineer.

When he gaed in to that little alehouse,

He bad his bennison be there;

The captain answered him [in] wrath,

He answerd him with domineer.

10‘O whare was ye born, ye crooked auld carle?An how may this your dwellin be?’‘O I was born in fair Scotland,A crooked carle altho I be.’

‘O whare was ye born, ye crooked auld carle?

An how may this your dwellin be?’

‘O I was born in fair Scotland,

A crooked carle altho I be.’

11‘O I would een gie twenty shillinsTo ony sic crooked carle as theeThat wad find me out Gude Wallace;For ay that traitor I lang to see.’

‘O I would een gie twenty shillins

To ony sic crooked carle as thee

That wad find me out Gude Wallace;

For ay that traitor I lang to see.’

12‘Haud out your hand,’ quo Gude Wallace,‘I doubt your money be not gude;If ye’ll gie ither twenty shillins,It neer shall bide ye anither bode.’

‘Haud out your hand,’ quo Gude Wallace,

‘I doubt your money be not gude;

If ye’ll gie ither twenty shillins,

It neer shall bide ye anither bode.’

13He’s taen the captain outowre the jaws,Anither word spak he neer mair;An five he sticket whare they sat,The rest lay scramblin here an there.

He’s taen the captain outowre the jaws,

Anither word spak he neer mair;

An five he sticket whare they sat,

The rest lay scramblin here an there.

14‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,‘An get some meat ready for me,For I hae fasted this three lang days;A wat right hungry I may be.’

‘Get up, get up, gudewife,’ he says,

‘An get some meat ready for me,

For I hae fasted this three lang days;

A wat right hungry I may be.’

15The meat it wasna weel made ready,Nor as weel on the table set,Till there cam fyfteen EnglishmenAn lighted a’about the yett.

The meat it wasna weel made ready,

Nor as weel on the table set,

Till there cam fyfteen Englishmen

An lighted a’about the yett.

16The gudewife ran but, the gudeman ran ben;It put them a’in sic a stoureThat five he sticket whare they sat,An five lay sprawlin at the door.

The gudewife ran but, the gudeman ran ben;

It put them a’in sic a stoure

That five he sticket whare they sat,

An five lay sprawlin at the door.

17An five are to the greenwood gane,An he’s hangd them a’outowre a tree,An before the mornin twal o clockHe dined wi his men at Loch Marie.

An five are to the greenwood gane,

An he’s hangd them a’outowre a tree,

An before the mornin twal o clock

He dined wi his men at Loch Marie.

Communicated to James Telfer by A. Fisher, as written down from the mouth of a serving-man, who had learned it in the neighborhood of Lochmaben. Mr Robert White’s papers.

1Willie Wallace the water lap,And lighted low down in a glen;There he came to a woman washing,And she had washers nine or ten.2‘O weel may ye wash!’ said Willie Wallace,‘O weel may ye wash!’ said fair Willie,‘And gin ye have any tidings to tell,I pray ye tell them unto me.’3‘I have nae tidings for to tell,And as few will I let ye ken;But down into yon hosteler-haLies fifteen English gentlemen.’4‘O had I ae penny in my pocket,Or had I yet ane bare bawbee,I would go to yon hosteler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.5‘O wil ye len me ane pennie,Or will ye len me a bare bawbee,I would go to yon hosteler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.’6She’s put her hand into her pocket,And she’s gaen him out guineas three,And he’s away to yon ostler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.7Before he came to the hosteler-ha,He linkit his armour oer a tree;These Englishmen, being weel book-learned,They said to him, Great Dominie!8Where was ye born, ye crookit carle?Where was ye born, or in what countrie?‘In merry Scotland I was born,A crookit carle altho I be.’9‘Here’s fifteen shillings,’ one of them said,‘Here’s other fifteen I’ll gie to thee,If you will tell me where the traitor Willie Wallace is,Or where away thou thinks he’ll be.’10‘Pay down, pay down your money,’ he said,‘Pay down, pay down richt speedilie,For if your answer be not good,You shall have the downfall of Robin Hood,’ [said he].11He struck the captain on the jaw,He swore that he would chow nae mair cheese;He’s killed all the rest with his good broad-sword,And left them wallowing on their knees.12‘Go cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Go cover the table, get me some meat,For it is three days and rather mairSince I did either drink or eat.’13They had not the table weel covered,Nor yet the candle weel gaen licht,Till fifteen other EnglishmenThey a’down at the door did light.14‘Come out, come out, Willie Wallace,’ they said.‘Come out, come out, and do not flee,For we have sworn by our good broadswordsThat this is the nicht that you sall dee.’15He’s killed five with his good broadsword,He’s drowned other five in the raging sea,And he’s taen other five to the merry greenwood,And hanged them oer the highest tree.

1Willie Wallace the water lap,And lighted low down in a glen;There he came to a woman washing,And she had washers nine or ten.

Willie Wallace the water lap,

And lighted low down in a glen;

There he came to a woman washing,

And she had washers nine or ten.

2‘O weel may ye wash!’ said Willie Wallace,‘O weel may ye wash!’ said fair Willie,‘And gin ye have any tidings to tell,I pray ye tell them unto me.’

‘O weel may ye wash!’ said Willie Wallace,

‘O weel may ye wash!’ said fair Willie,

‘And gin ye have any tidings to tell,

I pray ye tell them unto me.’

3‘I have nae tidings for to tell,And as few will I let ye ken;But down into yon hosteler-haLies fifteen English gentlemen.’

‘I have nae tidings for to tell,

And as few will I let ye ken;

But down into yon hosteler-ha

Lies fifteen English gentlemen.’

4‘O had I ae penny in my pocket,Or had I yet ane bare bawbee,I would go to yon hosteler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.

‘O had I ae penny in my pocket,

Or had I yet ane bare bawbee,

I would go to yon hosteler-ha,

All for these Englishmen to see.

5‘O wil ye len me ane pennie,Or will ye len me a bare bawbee,I would go to yon hosteler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.’

‘O wil ye len me ane pennie,

Or will ye len me a bare bawbee,

I would go to yon hosteler-ha,

All for these Englishmen to see.’

6She’s put her hand into her pocket,And she’s gaen him out guineas three,And he’s away to yon ostler-ha,All for these Englishmen to see.

She’s put her hand into her pocket,

And she’s gaen him out guineas three,

And he’s away to yon ostler-ha,

All for these Englishmen to see.

7Before he came to the hosteler-ha,He linkit his armour oer a tree;These Englishmen, being weel book-learned,They said to him, Great Dominie!

Before he came to the hosteler-ha,

He linkit his armour oer a tree;

These Englishmen, being weel book-learned,

They said to him, Great Dominie!

8Where was ye born, ye crookit carle?Where was ye born, or in what countrie?‘In merry Scotland I was born,A crookit carle altho I be.’

Where was ye born, ye crookit carle?

Where was ye born, or in what countrie?

‘In merry Scotland I was born,

A crookit carle altho I be.’

9‘Here’s fifteen shillings,’ one of them said,‘Here’s other fifteen I’ll gie to thee,If you will tell me where the traitor Willie Wallace is,Or where away thou thinks he’ll be.’

‘Here’s fifteen shillings,’ one of them said,

‘Here’s other fifteen I’ll gie to thee,

If you will tell me where the traitor Willie Wallace is,

Or where away thou thinks he’ll be.’

10‘Pay down, pay down your money,’ he said,‘Pay down, pay down richt speedilie,For if your answer be not good,You shall have the downfall of Robin Hood,’ [said he].

‘Pay down, pay down your money,’ he said,

‘Pay down, pay down richt speedilie,

For if your answer be not good,

You shall have the downfall of Robin Hood,’ [said he].

11He struck the captain on the jaw,He swore that he would chow nae mair cheese;He’s killed all the rest with his good broad-sword,And left them wallowing on their knees.

He struck the captain on the jaw,

He swore that he would chow nae mair cheese;

He’s killed all the rest with his good broad-sword,

And left them wallowing on their knees.

12‘Go cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Go cover the table, get me some meat,For it is three days and rather mairSince I did either drink or eat.’

‘Go cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘Go cover the table, get me some meat,

For it is three days and rather mair

Since I did either drink or eat.’

13They had not the table weel covered,Nor yet the candle weel gaen licht,Till fifteen other EnglishmenThey a’down at the door did light.

They had not the table weel covered,

Nor yet the candle weel gaen licht,

Till fifteen other Englishmen

They a’down at the door did light.

14‘Come out, come out, Willie Wallace,’ they said.‘Come out, come out, and do not flee,For we have sworn by our good broadswordsThat this is the nicht that you sall dee.’

‘Come out, come out, Willie Wallace,’ they said.

‘Come out, come out, and do not flee,

For we have sworn by our good broadswords

That this is the nicht that you sall dee.’

15He’s killed five with his good broadsword,He’s drowned other five in the raging sea,And he’s taen other five to the merry greenwood,And hanged them oer the highest tree.

He’s killed five with his good broadsword,

He’s drowned other five in the raging sea,

And he’s taen other five to the merry greenwood,

And hanged them oer the highest tree.

Buchan’s Gleanings, p. 114; from a gypsy tinker, p. 199.

1Wallace in the high highlans,Neither meat nor drink got he;Said, Fa me life, or fa me death,Now to some town I maun be.2He’s put on his short claiding,And on his short claiding put he;Says, Fa me life, or fa me death,Now to Perth-town I maun be.3He steped oer the river Tay,I wat he steped on dry land;He was aware of a well-fared maid,Was washing there her lilie hands.4‘What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?What news hae ye this day to me?’‘No news, no news, ye gentle knight,No news hae I this day to thee,But fifteen lords in the hostage-houseWaiting Wallace for to see.’5‘If I had but in my pocketThe worth of one single pennie,I would go to the hostage-house,And there the gentlemen to see.’6She put her hand in her pocket,And she has pulld out half-a-crown;Says, Take ye that, ye belted knight,‘Twill pay your way till ye come down.7As he went from the well-fared maid,A beggar bold I wat met he,Was coverd wi a clouted cloak,And in his hand a trusty tree.8‘What news, what news, ye silly auld man?What news hae ye this day to gie?’‘No news, no news, ye belted knight,No news hae I this day to thee,But fifteen lords in the hostage-houseWaiting Wallace for to see.’9‘Ye’ll lend me your clouted cloak,That covers you frae head to shie,And I’ll go to the hostage-house,Asking there for some supplie.’10Now he’s gone to the West-muir wood,And there he’s pulld a trusty tree;And then he’s on to the hostage gone,Asking there for charitie.11Down the stair the captain comes,Aye the poor man for to see:‘If ye be a captain as good as ye look,Ye’ll give a poor man some supplie;If ye be a captain as good as ye look,A guinea this day ye’ll gie to me.’12‘Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?Where were ye born, in what countrie?’‘In fair Scotland I was born,Crooked carle that I be.’13‘I would give you fifty pounds,Of gold and white monie,I would give you fifty pounds,If the traitor Wallace ye’d let me see.’14‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Tell down your money, if it be good;I’m sure I have it in my power,And never had a better bode.15‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,‘And let me see if it be fine;I’m sure I have it in my powerTo bring the traitor Wallace in.’16The money was told on the table,Silver bright of pounds fiftie;‘Now here I stand,’ said Willie Wallace,‘And what hae ye to say to me? ’17He slew the captain where he stood,The rest they did quack an roar;He slew the rest around the room,And askd if there were any more.18‘Come, cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Come, cover the table now, make haste;For it will soon be three lang daysSin I a bit o meat did taste.’19The table was not well covered,Nor yet was he set down to dine,Till fifteen more of the English lordsSurrounded the house where he was in.20The guidwife she ran but the floor,And aye the guidman he ran ben;From eight o clock till four at noonHe has killd full thirty men.21He put the house in sick a switherThat five o them he sticket dead,Five o them he drownd in the river,And five hung in the West-muir wood.22Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,Where the maid was washing tenderlie;‘Now by my sooth,’ said Willie Wallace,‘It’s been a sair day’s wark to me.’23He’s put his hand in his pocket,And he has pulld out twenty pounds;Says, Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid,For the gude luck of your half-crown.

1Wallace in the high highlans,Neither meat nor drink got he;Said, Fa me life, or fa me death,Now to some town I maun be.

Wallace in the high highlans,

Neither meat nor drink got he;

Said, Fa me life, or fa me death,

Now to some town I maun be.

2He’s put on his short claiding,And on his short claiding put he;Says, Fa me life, or fa me death,Now to Perth-town I maun be.

He’s put on his short claiding,

And on his short claiding put he;

Says, Fa me life, or fa me death,

Now to Perth-town I maun be.

3He steped oer the river Tay,I wat he steped on dry land;He was aware of a well-fared maid,Was washing there her lilie hands.

He steped oer the river Tay,

I wat he steped on dry land;

He was aware of a well-fared maid,

Was washing there her lilie hands.

4‘What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?What news hae ye this day to me?’‘No news, no news, ye gentle knight,No news hae I this day to thee,But fifteen lords in the hostage-houseWaiting Wallace for to see.’

‘What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?

What news hae ye this day to me?’

‘No news, no news, ye gentle knight,

No news hae I this day to thee,

But fifteen lords in the hostage-house

Waiting Wallace for to see.’

5‘If I had but in my pocketThe worth of one single pennie,I would go to the hostage-house,And there the gentlemen to see.’

‘If I had but in my pocket

The worth of one single pennie,

I would go to the hostage-house,

And there the gentlemen to see.’

6She put her hand in her pocket,And she has pulld out half-a-crown;Says, Take ye that, ye belted knight,‘Twill pay your way till ye come down.

She put her hand in her pocket,

And she has pulld out half-a-crown;

Says, Take ye that, ye belted knight,

‘Twill pay your way till ye come down.

7As he went from the well-fared maid,A beggar bold I wat met he,Was coverd wi a clouted cloak,And in his hand a trusty tree.

As he went from the well-fared maid,

A beggar bold I wat met he,

Was coverd wi a clouted cloak,

And in his hand a trusty tree.

8‘What news, what news, ye silly auld man?What news hae ye this day to gie?’‘No news, no news, ye belted knight,No news hae I this day to thee,But fifteen lords in the hostage-houseWaiting Wallace for to see.’

‘What news, what news, ye silly auld man?

What news hae ye this day to gie?’

‘No news, no news, ye belted knight,

No news hae I this day to thee,

But fifteen lords in the hostage-house

Waiting Wallace for to see.’

9‘Ye’ll lend me your clouted cloak,That covers you frae head to shie,And I’ll go to the hostage-house,Asking there for some supplie.’

‘Ye’ll lend me your clouted cloak,

That covers you frae head to shie,

And I’ll go to the hostage-house,

Asking there for some supplie.’

10Now he’s gone to the West-muir wood,And there he’s pulld a trusty tree;And then he’s on to the hostage gone,Asking there for charitie.

Now he’s gone to the West-muir wood,

And there he’s pulld a trusty tree;

And then he’s on to the hostage gone,

Asking there for charitie.

11Down the stair the captain comes,Aye the poor man for to see:‘If ye be a captain as good as ye look,Ye’ll give a poor man some supplie;If ye be a captain as good as ye look,A guinea this day ye’ll gie to me.’

Down the stair the captain comes,

Aye the poor man for to see:

‘If ye be a captain as good as ye look,

Ye’ll give a poor man some supplie;

If ye be a captain as good as ye look,

A guinea this day ye’ll gie to me.’

12‘Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?Where were ye born, in what countrie?’‘In fair Scotland I was born,Crooked carle that I be.’

‘Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?

Where were ye born, in what countrie?’

‘In fair Scotland I was born,

Crooked carle that I be.’

13‘I would give you fifty pounds,Of gold and white monie,I would give you fifty pounds,If the traitor Wallace ye’d let me see.’

‘I would give you fifty pounds,

Of gold and white monie,

I would give you fifty pounds,

If the traitor Wallace ye’d let me see.’

14‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Tell down your money, if it be good;I’m sure I have it in my power,And never had a better bode.

‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘Tell down your money, if it be good;

I’m sure I have it in my power,

And never had a better bode.

15‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,‘And let me see if it be fine;I’m sure I have it in my powerTo bring the traitor Wallace in.’

‘Tell down your money,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘And let me see if it be fine;

I’m sure I have it in my power

To bring the traitor Wallace in.’

16The money was told on the table,Silver bright of pounds fiftie;‘Now here I stand,’ said Willie Wallace,‘And what hae ye to say to me? ’

The money was told on the table,

Silver bright of pounds fiftie;

‘Now here I stand,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘And what hae ye to say to me? ’

17He slew the captain where he stood,The rest they did quack an roar;He slew the rest around the room,And askd if there were any more.

He slew the captain where he stood,

The rest they did quack an roar;

He slew the rest around the room,

And askd if there were any more.

18‘Come, cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,‘Come, cover the table now, make haste;For it will soon be three lang daysSin I a bit o meat did taste.’

‘Come, cover the table,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘Come, cover the table now, make haste;

For it will soon be three lang days

Sin I a bit o meat did taste.’

19The table was not well covered,Nor yet was he set down to dine,Till fifteen more of the English lordsSurrounded the house where he was in.

The table was not well covered,

Nor yet was he set down to dine,

Till fifteen more of the English lords

Surrounded the house where he was in.

20The guidwife she ran but the floor,And aye the guidman he ran ben;From eight o clock till four at noonHe has killd full thirty men.

The guidwife she ran but the floor,

And aye the guidman he ran ben;

From eight o clock till four at noon

He has killd full thirty men.

21He put the house in sick a switherThat five o them he sticket dead,Five o them he drownd in the river,And five hung in the West-muir wood.

He put the house in sick a swither

That five o them he sticket dead,

Five o them he drownd in the river,

And five hung in the West-muir wood.

22Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,Where the maid was washing tenderlie;‘Now by my sooth,’ said Willie Wallace,‘It’s been a sair day’s wark to me.’

Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,

Where the maid was washing tenderlie;

‘Now by my sooth,’ said Willie Wallace,

‘It’s been a sair day’s wark to me.’

23He’s put his hand in his pocket,And he has pulld out twenty pounds;Says, Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid,For the gude luck of your half-crown.

He’s put his hand in his pocket,

And he has pulld out twenty pounds;

Says, Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid,

For the gude luck of your half-crown.

The Thistle of Scotland, Alexander Laing, p. 100, from the repetition of an old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire. Also Motherwell’s MS., p. 487, communicated by Peter Buchan of Peterhead, “who had it from an old woman in that neighborhood.”

1Woud ye hear of William Wallace,An sek him as he goes,Into the lan of Lanark,Amang his mortel faes?2There was fyften English sogersUnto his ladie cam,Said, Gie us William Wallace,That we may have him slain.3Woud ye gie William Wallace,That we may have him slain,And ye’s be wedded to a lord,The best in Christendeem.4‘This verra nicht at seven,Brave Wallace will come in,And he’ll come to my chamber-door,Without or dread or din.’5The fyften English sogersAround the house did wait,And four brave southron foragersStood hie upon the gait.6That verra nicht at sevenBrave Wallace he came in,And he came to his ladie’s bouir,Withouten dread or din.7When she beheld him Wallace,She star’d him in the face;‘Ohon, alas!’ said that ladie,‘This is a woful case.8‘For I this nicht have sold you,This nicht you must be taen,And I’m to be wedded to a lord,The best in Christendeem.’9‘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.10‘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.’11Now God forfend,’ says brave Wallace,‘I shoud be so unkind;Whatever I am to Scotland’s faes,I’m aye a woman’s friend.12‘Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,Your gown but and your kirtle,Your petticoat of bonny brown,And belt about my middle?13‘I’ll take a pitcher in ilka hand,And do me to the well;They’ll think I’m one of your maidens,Or think it is yoursell.’14She has gien him her gown, her gown,Her petticoat and kirtle,Her broadest belt, wi silver clasp,To bind about his middle.15He’s taen a pitcher in ilka hand,And dane him to the well;They thought him one of her maidens,They kend it was nae hersell.16Said one of the southron foragers,See ye yon lusty dame?I woud nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,To bring her back agen.17Then all the southrons followd him,And sure they were but four;But he has drawn his trusty brand,And slew them pair by pair.18He threw the pitchers frae his hands,And to the hills fled he,Until he cam to a fair may,Was washin on yon lea.19‘What news, what news, ye weel-far’d may?What news hae ye to gie?’‘Ill news, ill news,’ the fair may said,‘Ill news I hae to thee.20‘There is fyften English sogersInto that thatched inn,Seeking Sir William Wallace;I fear that he is slain.’21‘Have ye any money in your pocket?Pray lend it unto me,And when I come this way again,Repaid ye weel shall be.’22Sheś put her hand in her pocket,And taen out shillings three;He turnd him right and round about,And thankd the weel-far’d may.23He had not gone a long rig length,A rig length and a span,Until he met a bold beggar,As sturdy as coud gang.24‘What news, what news, ye bold beggar?What news hae ye to gie?’‘O heavy news,’ the beggar said,‘I hae to tell to thee.25‘There is fyften English sogers,I heard them in yon inn,Vowing to kill him Wallace;I fear the chief is slain.’26‘Will ye change apparell wi me, auld man?Change your apparell for mine?And when I come this way again,Ye’ll be my ain poor man.’27When he got on the beggar’s coat,The pike-staff in his hand,He’s dane him down to yon tavern,Where they were drinking wine.28‘What news, what news, ye staff-beggar?What news hae ye to gie?’‘I hae nae news, I heard nae news,As few I’ll hae frae thee.’29‘I think your coat is ragged, auld man;But woud you wages win,And tell where William Wallace is,We’ll lay gold in your hand.’30‘Tell down, tell down your good red gold,Upon the table-head,And ye sall William Wallace see,Wi the down-come of Robin Hood.’31They had nae tauld the money down,And laid it on his knee,When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,He on the floor gard flee.32And he has drawn his trusty brand,And slew them one by one,Then sat down at the table-head,And called for some wine.33The goodwife she ran but, ran but,The goodman he ran ben,The verra bairns about the fireWere a’like to gang brain.34‘Now if there be a Scotsman here,He’ll come and drink wi me;But if there be an English loun,It is his time to flee.’35The goodman was an Englishman,And to the hills he ran;The goodwife was a Scots woman,And she came to his hand.

1Woud ye hear of William Wallace,An sek him as he goes,Into the lan of Lanark,Amang his mortel faes?

Woud ye hear of William Wallace,

An sek him as he goes,

Into the lan of Lanark,

Amang his mortel faes?

2There was fyften English sogersUnto his ladie cam,Said, Gie us William Wallace,That we may have him slain.

There was fyften English sogers

Unto his ladie cam,

Said, Gie us William Wallace,

That we may have him slain.

3Woud ye gie William Wallace,That we may have him slain,And ye’s be wedded to a lord,The best in Christendeem.

Woud ye gie William Wallace,

That we may have him slain,

And ye’s be wedded to a lord,

The best in Christendeem.

4‘This verra nicht at seven,Brave Wallace will come in,And he’ll come to my chamber-door,Without or dread or din.’

‘This verra nicht at seven,

Brave Wallace will come in,

And he’ll come to my chamber-door,

Without or dread or din.’

5The fyften English sogersAround the house did wait,And four brave southron foragersStood hie upon the gait.

The fyften English sogers

Around the house did wait,

And four brave southron foragers

Stood hie upon the gait.

6That verra nicht at sevenBrave Wallace he came in,And he came to his ladie’s bouir,Withouten dread or din.

That verra nicht at seven

Brave Wallace he came in,

And he came to his ladie’s bouir,

Withouten dread or din.

7When she beheld him Wallace,She star’d him in the face;‘Ohon, alas!’ said that ladie,‘This is a woful case.

When she beheld him Wallace,

She star’d him in the face;

‘Ohon, alas!’ said that ladie,

‘This is a woful case.

8‘For I this nicht have sold you,This nicht you must be taen,And I’m to be wedded to a lord,The best in Christendeem.’

‘For I this nicht have sold you,

This nicht you must be taen,

And I’m to be wedded to a lord,

The best in Christendeem.’

9‘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.

‘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.

10‘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.’

‘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.’

11Now God forfend,’ says brave Wallace,‘I shoud be so unkind;Whatever I am to Scotland’s faes,I’m aye a woman’s friend.

Now God forfend,’ says brave Wallace,

‘I shoud be so unkind;

Whatever I am to Scotland’s faes,

I’m aye a woman’s friend.

12‘Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,Your gown but and your kirtle,Your petticoat of bonny brown,And belt about my middle?

‘Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,

Your gown but and your kirtle,

Your petticoat of bonny brown,

And belt about my middle?

13‘I’ll take a pitcher in ilka hand,And do me to the well;They’ll think I’m one of your maidens,Or think it is yoursell.’

‘I’ll take a pitcher in ilka hand,

And do me to the well;

They’ll think I’m one of your maidens,

Or think it is yoursell.’

14She has gien him her gown, her gown,Her petticoat and kirtle,Her broadest belt, wi silver clasp,To bind about his middle.

She has gien him her gown, her gown,

Her petticoat and kirtle,

Her broadest belt, wi silver clasp,

To bind about his middle.

15He’s taen a pitcher in ilka hand,And dane him to the well;They thought him one of her maidens,They kend it was nae hersell.

He’s taen a pitcher in ilka hand,

And dane him to the well;

They thought him one of her maidens,

They kend it was nae hersell.

16Said one of the southron foragers,See ye yon lusty dame?I woud nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,To bring her back agen.

Said one of the southron foragers,

See ye yon lusty dame?

I woud nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,

To bring her back agen.

17Then all the southrons followd him,And sure they were but four;But he has drawn his trusty brand,And slew them pair by pair.

Then all the southrons followd him,

And sure they were but four;

But he has drawn his trusty brand,

And slew them pair by pair.

18He threw the pitchers frae his hands,And to the hills fled he,Until he cam to a fair may,Was washin on yon lea.

He threw the pitchers frae his hands,

And to the hills fled he,

Until he cam to a fair may,

Was washin on yon lea.

19‘What news, what news, ye weel-far’d may?What news hae ye to gie?’‘Ill news, ill news,’ the fair may said,‘Ill news I hae to thee.

‘What news, what news, ye weel-far’d may?

What news hae ye to gie?’

‘Ill news, ill news,’ the fair may said,

‘Ill news I hae to thee.

20‘There is fyften English sogersInto that thatched inn,Seeking Sir William Wallace;I fear that he is slain.’

‘There is fyften English sogers

Into that thatched inn,

Seeking Sir William Wallace;

I fear that he is slain.’

21‘Have ye any money in your pocket?Pray lend it unto me,And when I come this way again,Repaid ye weel shall be.’

‘Have ye any money in your pocket?

Pray lend it unto me,

And when I come this way again,

Repaid ye weel shall be.’

22Sheś put her hand in her pocket,And taen out shillings three;He turnd him right and round about,And thankd the weel-far’d may.

Sheś put her hand in her pocket,

And taen out shillings three;

He turnd him right and round about,

And thankd the weel-far’d may.

23He had not gone a long rig length,A rig length and a span,Until he met a bold beggar,As sturdy as coud gang.

He had not gone a long rig length,

A rig length and a span,

Until he met a bold beggar,

As sturdy as coud gang.

24‘What news, what news, ye bold beggar?What news hae ye to gie?’‘O heavy news,’ the beggar said,‘I hae to tell to thee.

‘What news, what news, ye bold beggar?

What news hae ye to gie?’

‘O heavy news,’ the beggar said,

‘I hae to tell to thee.

25‘There is fyften English sogers,I heard them in yon inn,Vowing to kill him Wallace;I fear the chief is slain.’

‘There is fyften English sogers,

I heard them in yon inn,

Vowing to kill him Wallace;

I fear the chief is slain.’

26‘Will ye change apparell wi me, auld man?Change your apparell for mine?And when I come this way again,Ye’ll be my ain poor man.’

‘Will ye change apparell wi me, auld man?

Change your apparell for mine?

And when I come this way again,

Ye’ll be my ain poor man.’

27When he got on the beggar’s coat,The pike-staff in his hand,He’s dane him down to yon tavern,Where they were drinking wine.

When he got on the beggar’s coat,

The pike-staff in his hand,

He’s dane him down to yon tavern,

Where they were drinking wine.

28‘What news, what news, ye staff-beggar?What news hae ye to gie?’‘I hae nae news, I heard nae news,As few I’ll hae frae thee.’

‘What news, what news, ye staff-beggar?

What news hae ye to gie?’

‘I hae nae news, I heard nae news,

As few I’ll hae frae thee.’

29‘I think your coat is ragged, auld man;But woud you wages win,And tell where William Wallace is,We’ll lay gold in your hand.’

‘I think your coat is ragged, auld man;

But woud you wages win,

And tell where William Wallace is,

We’ll lay gold in your hand.’

30‘Tell down, tell down your good red gold,Upon the table-head,And ye sall William Wallace see,Wi the down-come of Robin Hood.’

‘Tell down, tell down your good red gold,

Upon the table-head,

And ye sall William Wallace see,

Wi the down-come of Robin Hood.’

31They had nae tauld the money down,And laid it on his knee,When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,He on the floor gard flee.

They had nae tauld the money down,

And laid it on his knee,

When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,

He on the floor gard flee.

32And he has drawn his trusty brand,And slew them one by one,Then sat down at the table-head,And called for some wine.

And he has drawn his trusty brand,

And slew them one by one,

Then sat down at the table-head,

And called for some wine.

33The goodwife she ran but, ran but,The goodman he ran ben,The verra bairns about the fireWere a’like to gang brain.

The goodwife she ran but, ran but,

The goodman he ran ben,

The verra bairns about the fire

Were a’like to gang brain.

34‘Now if there be a Scotsman here,He’ll come and drink wi me;But if there be an English loun,It is his time to flee.’

‘Now if there be a Scotsman here,

He’ll come and drink wi me;

But if there be an English loun,

It is his time to flee.’

35The goodman was an Englishman,And to the hills he ran;The goodwife was a Scots woman,And she came to his hand.

The goodman was an Englishman,

And to the hills he ran;

The goodwife was a Scots woman,

And she came to his hand.

Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 226.

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