“As bestiall houndis hangit our a tre;270
“Our trew barrounis be twa and twa past in.”
Wallace wepyt for gret loss off his kyne.
Than with wness apon his horss he baid;
Mair for to sper to this woman he raid.
‘Der nece,’ he said, ‘the trewth giff thow can tell,275
‘Is my eyme dede, or hou the cace befell?’
“Out off yon bern,” scho said, “I saw him borne,
“Nakit, laid law on cald erd, me beforn.
“His frosty mouth I kissit in that sted;