281. downe over his browe.
282. And in his heart he was full woe. He wept; his heart he was full of woe, 1794.
283,4.
And he is gone to his noble lord,
Those sorrowfull tidings him to show.
29.
Now nay, now nay, good James Swynàrd,
I may not believe that witch ladìe;
The Douglasses were ever true,
And they can neer prove false to mee.