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 ( 57 ) Ah! base-hearted treachery has doom'd our undoing; My poor bleeding country, what more can I? Ev'n valour looks pale o'er the red field of ruin, And Freedom beholds her best warriors laid low. Farewell, ye dear partners of peril! Farewell ! Tho' buried ye lie in one wide bloody grave, Your deeds shall ennobleʻthe place where you fell, And your names be enroll'd with the sons of the brave. But I, a poor outcast, in exile must wander, Perhaps, like a traitor, ignobly must die! On thy wrongs, O my country! indignant I ponder, Ah! woe to the hour when thy Wallace must fly! During the pursuit, while Wallace stood on the one side of the water of Carron, and Bruce, the Earl of Carrick, on the other, elevating his voice, he addressed him, saying, "I am greatly surprized, Sir William, that you should ever entertain thoughts, as it is generally believed you still do, of attaining the crown of Scotland, and that, deceived with the chimerical view you should thus expose yourself to so many dangers. It is not easy, you find, to resist the King of England; for he is one of the greatest princes in the world: and even sup- posing it were othe wise, do you entertain the idea, that the Scots would suffer you to reign over the P-Wallace interrupted, him-"No, my thoughts never soared so high, nor do I in- tend to usurp a crown, to which Lam conscious I