153–6 wanting.
161. The black mare stood ready at.
162. And wanting: I wot a foot neer stirred she.
163. Till wanting.
164. And that was her gold.
172. And wow: speedilie.
173,4 wanting.
181,2. The live-lang night these twelve men rade, And aye till they were right wearie.
184. lighted there right.
191. then Dickie.