Than passit was wtas off

And part off Marche off rycht degestioune.

Apperyd than the last moneth off Wer,

The syng off somt’r with his suet sessoun.

Be that Wallace off Dundaff maid him boune,

His leyff he tuk and to Gilbank can fair.

The rewmour rais throuch Scotland vp and doun,

With Inglismen, that Wallace leiffand war.

In Aperill, quhen cleithit is but weyne

The abill ground be wyrking off natur,

And woddis has won thar worthy weid oft greyne ;

Quhen Nympheus, in beldyn off his bour

With oyle and balm fullfillit off suet odour,

Faunis maceris, as thai war wount to gang,

Walkyn thar cours in entry casuall hour

To glaid the huntar with thar merye sang—

In this samyw tyme to him approchit new

His lusty payne, the quhilk I spak off ayr.

Be lufns cas he thocht for to persew

In Laynryk toune and thiddtV he can fayr;

At residence a quhill ramaynit thair

In hyr presence as I said off befor.

Thocht Inglismen was grewyt at his repayr,

3eit he desyrd the thing that sat him sor.

The feyr off wer rewllyt him on sic wis

He likit weyll with that gudlye to be.

Quhill wald he think off danger for to rys

And othir quhill out of hir presens fie:

” To ces off wer it war the best for me.

Thus wyn I nocht bot sadnes on all syde.

Sail neiur man thus cowartys in me Se !

To wer I will for chance that may betyd!

Q what is this luff? It is bot gret myschance,

That me wald bryng fra armes wtterly.

I will nocht los my worschip for plesance.

In wer I think my tyme till occupy.

3eit hyr to luff I will nocht lat forthy.

Mor sail I desyr hyr frendschip to resmie

Fra this day furth than enir befor did I,

In fer off wer quhetlw I leiff or sterue ”.

Qwhat suld I say? Wallace was playnly set

To luff hyr best in all this warld so wid,

Thinkand he suld off his desyr to get;

And so befell be concord In a tid

That scho was maid at his cowmaund to bid,

And thus began the styntyw off this stryff,

Begynnyng band with graith witnes besyd.

Myn auctor sais scho was his rychtwys wyff.