Rycht gudly men come off this lady ying.
Forthyr as now off hyr I spek no mar.
Bot Wallace furth in till his wer can ryng,75
He mycht nocht cess, gret curage so him bar;
Sotheroun to sla for dreid he wald nocht spar,
[And thai oft syss feill causis till him wrocht,]
Fra that tyme furth, quhilk mowit [hym sa sar,
That neuir in warld out of his mind was brocht.]80
Now leiff thi myrth, now leiff thi haill plesance;
Now leiff thi bliss, now leiff thi childis age;