253. He looks mair like a ladie wi bairn.
26. He has looked oer his left shoulder,
And a loud laugh laughed he;
Says, He's a squire's ae dear son,
I got in the north countrie.
271. Win up, win up.
273. And so.
274. As fast as ever I may.
282-4.
And the corn in her right hand,
And she's hied her to the stable-door,
As fast as she could gang.
292. Stand nearer to.
293. between my sides.
301, 2.
She has leand to the manger side
And gien a grieveous groan.