Between me and my soverign blude
I think I see some ill seed sawn.’
2
Wallace out over yon river he lap,
And he has lighted low down on yon plain,
And he was aware of a gay ladie,
As she was at the well washing.
3
‘What tydins, what tydins, fair lady?’ he says,
‘What tydins hast thou to tell unto me?