153. I neer made a vow to yonder poor corpse.
16. 'Deal on, deal on, my merry men all,
Deal on your cake and your wine;
For whatever is dealt at her funeral today
Shall be dealt tomorrow at mine.'
191. They grew till they grew unto the.
192. And then they.
193. they tyed.
194. the people.
C.
"The ballad of Sweet William," writes Parsons to Percy, "was the same as yours in the stanzas I have omitted.... The person from whom I took the thirty-fifth line [thirty-first, here 43] sang it thus:
My chamber was full of wild men's wine,
which is absolute nonsense, yet, if altered to 'wild men and swine,' is perfect sense."