The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun printed on parallel pages from the Cottonian and Wemyss mss., with the variants of the other texts: Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by F. J. Amours |
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 | CHAPTER CXLVII. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun |  |
CHAPTER CXLVII.
Off þe batall of þe Fawkirk,
That wes to Scottismen full irk.
That wes to Scottismen full irk.
Twelf hundreth viii. and nynty ȝere
Eftire þe birth of oure Lord deire,
William Wallace in Scotland
Wes þe statis haill sterand,
And commendit wes rycht weill
Off his gouernance ilk deill.
And quhen with langschankis þis Edward
Had herd in Ingland eftirwart
How in Scotland þis William
Wallace had met wiþ Kersinghame,
And had him and all his men slane,
Off þai tythingis he wes nocht fayne.
He gaderit þan a gret powere,
And in Scotland he come of weire;
And on Sanct Mary Magdalenys day
At þe Fawkirk assemblit þai.
Thare William Wallace tuke on hand,
With mony gret lordis of Scotland,
To sembill with þis king in fecht,
Quhare mony doure to dede were dycht.
Eftire þe birth of oure Lord deire,
William Wallace in Scotland
Wes þe statis haill sterand,
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Off his gouernance ilk deill.
And quhen with langschankis þis Edward
Had herd in Ingland eftirwart
How in Scotland þis William
Wallace had met wiþ Kersinghame,
And had him and all his men slane,
Off þai tythingis he wes nocht fayne.
He gaderit þan a gret powere,
And in Scotland he come of weire;
And on Sanct Mary Magdalenys day
At þe Fawkirk assemblit þai.
Thare William Wallace tuke on hand,
With mony gret lordis of Scotland,
To sembill with þis king in fecht,
Quhare mony doure to dede were dycht.
This King Edward had with him then
Off Scotland mony gentilmen,
That for dispite and for invy
Drew till him maliciously;
And þe Cummynis in þai dais
Luffit nocht William Wallas.
Bot ȝit þe lele trew Scottismen,
That with Wallace were fechtand þen,
Stude togidder certanely,
Defendand þame full manlely,
Sa þat nane þare thrill þaim mycht;
Bot Robert þe Bruss þan wiþ a slycht,
That þare wes þan with King Edward,
Set he oure king wes eftirwart,
With Antone þe Beik, a wickit man,
And wyly bischop of Durehame þan,
About a hill a preve way
Out of þe stoure þai stall þat day,
And come behind þe Scottismenis bak,
And slew, and hewit, and maid fell hak,
And maid alhaill discomfitoure
Off þe Scottis men in þat stoure.
Thare Iohne Stewart apon fut,
And with him þe Brandanis of But,
And mony gentillis als of Fife
With Makduf, þare lossit þe lif.
[Thar] for dispite and gret invy
The Cummynis first all halely
First left þe feild, and, as behuffit,
Syne William Wallace him remuffit;
Fra he persauit þar gret maliss
Agane him scharpit on þat wiss.
And quhen þe Scottismen fled þar way,
And pressit fast till eschaip þat day,
Quhare euer þai happinnit to be ouretane,
Thai were slane doune euerilkane.
The Inglis þare had halely
Off þat iurnay þe victory.
And forouth þan couþ na man say,
Na neuer wes sene befor þat day,
Sa haly vincust þe Scottismen;
Na ȝit it had nocht happinnit þen,
Had nocht bene falset and invy
That devit þaim þare hely.
Off Scotland mony gentilmen,
That for dispite and for invy
Drew till him maliciously;
And þe Cummynis in þai dais
Luffit nocht William Wallas.
Bot ȝit þe lele trew Scottismen,
That with Wallace were fechtand þen,
Stude togidder certanely,
Defendand þame full manlely,
Sa þat nane þare thrill þaim mycht;
Bot Robert þe Bruss þan wiþ a slycht,
That þare wes þan with King Edward,
Set he oure king wes eftirwart,
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And wyly bischop of Durehame þan,
About a hill a preve way
Out of þe stoure þai stall þat day,
And come behind þe Scottismenis bak,
And slew, and hewit, and maid fell hak,
And maid alhaill discomfitoure
Off þe Scottis men in þat stoure.
Thare Iohne Stewart apon fut,
And with him þe Brandanis of But,
And mony gentillis als of Fife
With Makduf, þare lossit þe lif.
[Thar] for dispite and gret invy
The Cummynis first all halely
First left þe feild, and, as behuffit,
Syne William Wallace him remuffit;
Fra he persauit þar gret maliss
Agane him scharpit on þat wiss.
And quhen þe Scottismen fled þar way,
And pressit fast till eschaip þat day,
Quhare euer þai happinnit to be ouretane,
Thai were slane doune euerilkane.
The Inglis þare had halely
Off þat iurnay þe victory.
And forouth þan couþ na man say,
Na neuer wes sene befor þat day,
Sa haly vincust þe Scottismen;
Na ȝit it had nocht happinnit þen,
Had nocht bene falset and invy
That devit þaim þare hely.
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Eftire þat fecht within few dais,
This ilk gud William Wallas
Persauit how he hatit was
With þe Cummyngis and þare purchas;
And, be sic signys as he had,
In gret dout of tressoune stad,
Beȝond þe wattir of Forth he
Forsuke þan wardane for to be,
Or ȝit þat stait mare to vphald;
Tak þe cure þare quha sa wald.
For him had levire to lif simpilly,
Na vndir sic dout in senȝeory;
And þe leill commonis of þe land
He wald nocht periss vndir his hand.
Forthy he past his way in France,
And left þaim with all gouernance;
Bot quhill he wes out of þe land,
All mysfure in to þare hand,
Till þai send for him agane,
And gat him hame with mekle pane.
This ilk gud William Wallas
Persauit how he hatit was
With þe Cummyngis and þare purchas;
And, be sic signys as he had,
In gret dout of tressoune stad,
Beȝond þe wattir of Forth he
Forsuke þan wardane for to be,
Or ȝit þat stait mare to vphald;
Tak þe cure þare quha sa wald.
For him had levire to lif simpilly,
Na vndir sic dout in senȝeory;
And þe leill commonis of þe land
He wald nocht periss vndir his hand.
Forthy he past his way in France,
And left þaim with all gouernance;
Bot quhill he wes out of þe land,
All mysfure in to þare hand,
Till þai send for him agane,
And gat him hame with mekle pane.
Off his gud deidis and his manheid
Gret gestis and sangis ar maid;
Bot ȝit sa mony, I trow nocht,
As he in his dais wrocht.
Quha his worschip all wald write,
He suld a mekle buke endite;
And all his deidis to write in heire
Thareto I want wit and laysere.
Gret gestis and sangis ar maid;
Bot ȝit sa mony, I trow nocht,
As he in his dais wrocht.
Quha his worschip all wald write,
He suld a mekle buke endite;
And all his deidis to write in heire
Thareto I want wit and laysere.
And eftir at all þis wes done,
Ȝoung Iohne Cumin, Iohne Cummynis sone,
Tuke þe keping of Scotland,
And held þat stait in till his hand
Till eftir þe batall of Roslyne;
And þan þis ȝoungare Iohne Cummyn
Come to þe king of Inglandis pess.
Bot ay till at he wardane was,
Iohne þe Soullis wes with him haill
Baith in help and in counsaill.
Ȝoung Iohne Cumin, Iohne Cummynis sone,
Tuke þe keping of Scotland,
And held þat stait in till his hand
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And þan þis ȝoungare Iohne Cummyn
Come to þe king of Inglandis pess.
Bot ay till at he wardane was,
Iohne þe Soullis wes with him haill
Baith in help and in counsaill.
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