‘Had we our awn, thin war bot few to ken.’
At thir wordis gud Wallace brynt as fyr;
Our haistely he ansuerd him in ire:
“Thow leid,” he said; “the suth full oft has ben,145
“Thar haiff I baid, quhar thow durst nocht be seyn
“Contrar enemys, na mar, for Scotlandis rycht,
“Than dar the howlat quhen that the day is brycht.
“That taill full meit thow has tauld be thi sell;
“To thi desyr thow sall me nocht compell.150
“Cwmyn it is has gyffyn this consaill;