161. he bred.
163. And he thought no eye could ever see.
171. O so it fell upon a day.
172. When hunting they might be.
173. That omitted.
174. Beneath that green aik tree.
18-20.
And mony were the green wood flowers
Upon the grave that grew,
And marvelld much that bonny boy
To see their lovely hue.
'What's paler than the prymrose wan?
What's redder than the rose?
What's fairer than the lilye flower
On this wee know that grows?'
O out and answered Jellon Grame,
And he spake hastilie;
'Your mother was a fairer flower,
And lies beneath this tree.
'More pale she was, when she sought my grace,
Than prymrose pale and wan,
And redder than rose her ruddy heart's blood,
That down my broad-sword ran.'