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A new edition of the life and heroick actions of the renoun'd Sir William Wallace

General and Governour of Scotland. Wherein the Old obsolete Words are rendered more Intelligible; and adapted to the understanding of such who have not leisure to study the Meaning, and Import of such Phrases without the help of a Glossary

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CHAP. III. SHORT-WOOD Shaws.

The English then that in Saint-Johnstoun lay,
Soon hearing of this fierce and fatal Fray,
Vowing Revenge, a Thousand Men of War
Sent tow'rds the Wood, right awful in Effeir.
These partly Sir John Butler did command
A valiant Chief, as any in the Land,
Seeking on Wallace well aveng'd to be,
Who at Kinclevin caus'd his Father die.
The like sought Loran, who from Gowrie came;
For th'Umquhile Sir James Butler was his Eme.
Into the Shaw their Men came pouring in,
Archers, and Spearmen, with a dreadful Din.

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But Wallace undismaid, so plac'd his Crew
Best to defend themselves, for they were Few.
Then did a fell and bloody Stour begin,
As scarce before on Tay was ever seen.
Such Deeds were wrought, as truly 'twere a Crime,
Them to descrive in our unlearned Rhime.
How Arms met Arms, and Swords went clishy clash,
For rural Lays to sing would be too rash.
Of Wallace is my chief Intent to speak;
Much did he toil, and oft their Ranks did break.
Upon young Butler lighting at the length,
Against him sole he guided all his Strength;
A manful Stroke at him then letting flee,
Defended underneath a bowing Tree,
The Branch came down so weighty on his Head,
As in an Instant fell'd the Chiftain Dead.
Loran to see his Friend so fall was woe,
So flew on Wallace an enraged Foe.
But he, defending with his awful Blade,
Dead at his Feet the doughty Younker laid.
The worthy Scots did nobly all that Day,
And drove their Foes with Shame at length away.
Seven of their Number fell in Fight no more;
But of the Southeron Race at least Six-score.
Now fearing least their Foes should gather new
Recruits, and them with num'rous Bands pursue,
To Methwin Wood they went e're it was dark,
And thence retreated into Elchoke Park.