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 She put her hand in her pocket,

And pull'd out half-a-croun,

Says, "Tak' ye that, ye beltit knicht,

And pay your lawin doun."

As he went frae the weel-faured May,

A beggar bold met he,

Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloke,

In his hand a trustie tree.

"What news, what news, ye silly auld man!

What news ha'e ye to gie?"

"No news, no news, ye beltit knicht,

No news ha'e I to thee,

But fifteen lords in the hostler-house

Waiting Wallace for to see."

"Ye'll lend to me your clouted cloke,

That kivers ye frae heid to shie;

And I'll go to the hostler-house,

To ask far some supplie."

Now he's gane to the West-muir wood,

And pulled a trustie trie;

And then he's on to the hostler gone,

Asking there for charitie.

Doun the stair the captain comes,

The puir man for to see:

"If ye be captain as gude as ye look,

You'll give me some supplie."

"Where were ye born, ye cruikit carle?

Where, and in what countrie?"

"In fair Scotland, sir, was I born,

Cruikit carle as ye ca' me,"