30, 31 wanting.
321. I have now in Lough-leven been.
323. And I have never had. Yett have I never had, 1794.
324. Ne no good.
33.
Therefore I’ll to yond shooting wend,
As to the Douglas I have hight;
Betide me weale, betide me woe,
He neer shall find my promise light.
341. He writhe a gold ring from.