The actis and deidis of the illustere and vailʻeand campioun Schir William Wallace, knicht of EllerslieSociety, 1889 - 567 strán (strany) |
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Strana 166 - Full fals thai war, and euir yeit has beyn ; Lawta and trouth was ay in Wallace seyn ; 145 To fend the rycht all that he tuk on hand, And thocht to bryng the Bruce fre till his land. Off this mater as now I tary nocht. With strang power Sotheroun to gidder socht; Fra Owys watter assemblit haill to Tweid.
Strana 65 - Bot he tharfor wald nocht fastir him ster. Wallace in ire on the crag can him ta With his gud suerd, and strak the hed him fra. Dreidless to ground derfly he duschit dede.
Strana 146 - The Irland folk than maid thaim for the flycht ; On craggis clam, and sum in wattir flett : Twa thousand thar drownyt with outyn lett. Born Scottis men baid still in to the feild ; Kest wappynys [fra] thaim, and on thar kneis kneild ; 850 With petous woice thai cryt apon Wallace, For Goddis saik to tak thaim in his grace.