Classic Poem

Wallace wight, upon a night,
Came riding oer the linn,
And he is to his leman's bower,
And tirld at the pin.

" O sleep ye, wake ye, lady?" he said,
" Ye 'll rise, lat me come in."
" O wha 's this at my bower-door,
That knocks, and knows my name?"
" My name is William Wallace,
Ye may my errand ken."

" The truth to you I will rehearse,
The secret I 'll unfold;
Into your enmies' hands this night
I fairly hae you sold."

" If that be true ye tell to me,
Do ye repent it sair?"
" O that I do," she said, " dear Wallace,
And will do evermair!

" The English did surround my house,
And forced me theretill;
But for your sake, my dear Wallace,
I coud burn on a hill."

Then he gae her a loving kiss,
The tear droppd frae his ee;
Says, Fare ye well for evermair,
Your face nae mair I 'll see.

She dressd him in her ain claithing,
And frae her house he came;
Which made the Englishmen admire,
To see this stalwart dame.

He is to Saint Johnston gane,
And there he playd him well;
For there he saw a well-far'd may,
Was washing at a well.

" What news, what news, ye well-far'd may?
What news hae ye to me?
What news, what news, ye well-far'd may,
All from your north countrie?"

" See ye not yon tavern-house,
That stands on yonder plain?
This very day have landet in it
Full fifteen Englishmen;

" In search of Wallace, our dear champion,
Ordaining that he shoud dee."
" Then on my troth," said Wallace wight,
" These Englishmen I 'se see."