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The gudewife had an auld gudeman;
By gude Wallace he stiffly stude,
Till ten o' the fifteen Englishmen
Lay before the door in their blude.
The other five he took alive,
To the greenwood as they ran;
And he has hanged them, bot mercie,
Up hich upon a grain.
Now he is on to the North Inch gone,
Where the May was washing tenderlie.
"Now, by my sooth," said the gude Wallace,
"It's been a sair day's wark to me."
He's put his hand in his pocket,
And pulled out twenty pounds;
Says, "Tak' ye that, ye weel-faured May,
For the gude luck o' your half-croun."
Full five-and-twenty men he slew,
Five hanged upon a grain;
On the morn he sat, wi' his merry-men a',
In Lochmaben toun at dine.
LORD THOMAS STUART.
Thomas Stuart was a lord,
A lord of mickle land;
He used to wear a coat of gold,
But now his grave is green.
Now he has wooed the young Countess,
The Countess of Balquhin,
And given her for a morning gift,
Strathbogie and Aboyne.
