93, 4
She's twined her arms about his waist,
And thrown him into
101, 2
'O hold a grip of me, May Colvin,
For fear that I should'
3 father's gates
4 and safely I'll set you down.
11
'O lie you there, thou false Sir John,
O lie you there,' said she,
'For you lie not in a caulder bed
Than the ane you intended for me.'
123. father's gates.
4. At the breaking of the day.
134. yestreen.
Between 13 and 14 is inserted:
Up then spake the pretty parrot,
In the bonnie cage where it lay:
'O what hae ye done with the false Sir John,
That he behind you does stay?'