Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,[L91] Where the maid was washing tenderlie; "Now by my sooth," said Willie Wallace, "It's been a sair day's wark to me." He's put his hand in his pocket, 95 And he has pull'd out twenty pounds; Says, "Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid For the gude luck of your half-crown." 91. A beautiful plain, or common, lying along the Tay near Perth.--CHAMBERS. SIR WILLIAM WALLACE. From _The Thistle of Scotland_, p. 100. The editor states that he took the ballad down from the recitation of an old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire. Wou'd ye hear of William Wallace, An' sek him as he goes, Into the lan' of Lanark, Amang his mortel faes? There was fyften English sogers 5 Unto his ladie cam, Said "Gie us William Wallace, That we may have him slain. "Wou'd ye gie William Wallace, That we may have him slain, 10 And ye's be wedded to a lord, The best in Christendeem." "This verra nicht at seven, Brave Wallace will come in, And he'll come to my chamber door, 15 Without or dread or din." The fyften English sogers Around the house did wait, And four brave Southron foragers, Stood hie upon the gait. 20 That verra nicht at seven Brave Wallace he came in, And he came to his ladies bouir, Withouten dread or din. When she beheld him Wallace, 25 She star'd him in the face; "Ohon, alas!" said that ladie, "This is a woful case. "For I this nicht have sold you, This nicht you must be taen, 30 And I'm to be wedded to a lord, The best in Christendeem." "Do you repent," said Wallace, "The ill you've dane to me?" "Ay, that I do," said that ladie, 35 "And will do till I die. "Ay, that I do," said that ladie, "And will do ever still, And for the ill I've dane to you, Let me burn upon a hill." 40 "Now God forfend," says brave Wallace, "I shou'd be so unkind; Whatever I am to Scotland's faes, I'm aye a woman's friend. "Will ye gie me your gown, your gown, 45 Your gown but and your kirtle, Your petticoat of bonny brown, And belt about my middle? "I'll take a pitcher in ilka hand, And do me to the well, 50 They'll think I'm one of your maidens, Or think it is your sell." She has gien him her gown, her gown, Her petticoat and kirtle, Her broadest belt wi' silver clasp, 55 To bind about his middle.