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wicht, upon a nicht,

Cam' riding ower a linn;

And he is to his leman's bouir,

And tirl'd at the pin.

"O sleep ye, or wake ye, lady?” he cried;

“ Ye'll rise and let me in.”

"O wha is this at my bouir door,

That knocks and knows my name?"

“My name is William Wallace;

Ye may my errand ken.”

"The truth to you I will rehearse-

The secret I'll unfauld;

Into your enemies' hands, this nicht,

I fairly ha'e you sauld."

"If that be true ye tell to me,

Do ye repent it sair?"

"Oh that I do," she said, "dear Wallace,

And will do evermair!

"The English did surround my house,

And forcit me theretill;

But for your sake, my dear Wallace,

I could burn on a hill."

Then he ga'e her a loving kiss;

The teir drapt frae his e'e;