The corss off Graym, for quham he murned mast.
Quhen thai him fand, and gud Wallace him saw,
He lychtyt doun, and hynt him fra thaim aw
In armyss vp; behaldand his paill face,565
He kyssyt him, and cryt full oft; “Allace!
“My best brothir in warld that euir I had!
“My afald freynd quhen I was hardest stad!
“My hop, my heill, thow was in maist honour!
“My faith, my help, my strenthiast in stour!570
“In the was wyt, fredom, and hardines;