Newark
From earth my body first arose,
And now to earth again it goes:
I ne’er desire to have it more,
To tease me as it did before.
Northumberland
Newcastle
Here lies poor Wallace,
The prince of good fellows,
Clerk of Allhallows,
And maker of bellows.
He bellows did make to the day of his death,
But he that made bellows could never make breath.
Here lies James, of tender affection,
Here lies Isabell, of sweet complexion,
Here lies Katheren, a pleasant child,
Here lies Mary, of all most mild,
Here lies Alexander, a babe most sweet,
Here lies Jannet, as the Lord saw meet.