| A. |
Written in long lines, without division into
stanzas, excepting a few instances.
11. folk I saw went.
132. And cracking, etc.
134. 3.
292. o whips, etc.
423. one water.
424. Xtenty.
431. Perhaps we should read, But throw me, throw
me. |
| B. a. |
124. Capeld.
155,6 are 161,2:
161,2 are 163,4:
163,4, 171,2:
171,2, 173,4:
173,4, 181,2:
181-4, 183-6. |
| b. |
11. a-walking.
14, weel to what.
21,2. The youngest to the eldest said,
Blythe and merrie how can we be.
23. were.
3-5.
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'An ye wad be merrie, an ye wad be sad,
What the better wad billy Archie be?
Unless I had thirty men to mysell,
And a' to ride in my cumpanie. |
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'Ten to hald the horses' heads,
And other ten the watch to be,
And ten to break up the strong prison
Where billy Archie he does lie.' |
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Then up and spak him mettled John Hall
(The luve of Teviotdale aye was he);
'An I had eleven men to mysell,
It's aye the twalt man I wad be.' |
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Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field
(I wot and little gude worth was he);
'Thirty men is few anew,
And a' to ride in our companie.' |
62. on the.
63. the wanting.
64, 184. there for a'.
73. shoon for feet.
74. it's unkensome.
After 7:
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'There lives a smith on the water-side
Will shoe my little black mare for me,
And I 've a crown in my pocket,
And every groat of it I wad gie.' |
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'The night is mirk, and it's very mirk,
And by candle-light I canna weel see;
The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk,
And there will never a nail ca right for me.' |
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'Shame fa you and your trade baith!
Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery;
But leeze me on thee, my little black mare!
Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me.' |
81. a wanting.
82. And there: upon.
84. And they lighted there right speedilie.
91. There's five.
92. will watchmen be.
93. ye a'.
101. spak him mettled John Hall.
102. of wanting.
11 wanting.
123. and we.
124. Ca'field.
13 wanting.
142. bended low back his knee.
143. that wanting.
144. Loup frae the.
152. stair.
153-6 wanting.
161. The black mare stood ready at.
162. And wanting: I wot a foot neer stirred she.
163. Till wanting.
164. And that was her gold.
172. And wow: speedilie.
173,4 wanting.
181,2. The live-lang night these twelve men rade,
And aye till they were right wearie.
184. lighted there right.
191. then Dickie.
193. file the irons frae.
194. For forward, forward.
201. hadna filed.
203. When out and spak.
204. dinna you see.
212. Wi a.
213,4. This night will be our lyke-wake night,
The morn the day we a' maun die.
221. was mounting, mounting.
223. Annan water.
23, 24.
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'My mare is young and very skeigh,
And in o the weil she will drown me;'
' But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine,
And sune through the water we sail be.' |
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Then up and spak him coarse Ca'field
(I wot and little gude worth was he):
'We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave;
We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free.' |
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'Shame fa you and your lands baith!
Wad ye een your lands to your born billy?
But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,
And yet thro the water we sail be.' |
252. And wow.
254. drunkily.
263. there is an ale-house here.
264. thee ae.
27, 28 wanting.
291. irons, quo Lieutenant Gordon.
292. For wanting.
293. The shame a ma, quo mettled John Ha.
303. Yestreen I was.
304. now this morning am I free. |
