He thankyt God, syn said thir wordis mar;
‘Trow man I was, and woun agayn my will
‘With Inglissmen, supposs I likit ill.
‘All Scottis we ar that in this place is now;
‘At your commaund all playnly we sall bow.’690
Off our natioun gud Wallace had peté;
Tuk aythis off thaim, [and] syne meit askyt he.
Gud cheyr thai maid quhill lycht day on the morne.
This trew man than sone semblit him beforne
Thre sonnys he had, that stalwart was and bauld,695