And asked no man no leave.
23.
23.1,2 ‘till,’ to, against.
He set the sword’s point till his breast,
The pommel till a stone;
Thorough that falseness of that lither lad
These three lives were all gone.
YOUNG BEKIE
The Text is that of the Jamieson-Brown MS., taken down from the recitation of Mrs. Brown about 1783. In printing the ballad, Jamieson collated with the above two other Scottish copies, one in MS., another a stall-copy, a third from recitation in the north of England, a fourth ‘picked off an old wall in Piccadilly’ by the editor.