He’s ta’en his mither by the hand,
His six brithers also,
And they are on thro’ Elmond’s wood
As fast as they coud go.
23.
23.2 ‘stratlins,’ strayings.
They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Wi’ the stratlins o’ their feet;
They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Till at her father’s yate.