81,2. To the Borders we will gae, We will to them gang, lady.
91. rode by her sister’s bowers.
94. And gang and beg wi her Richard Storie: editorial nicety.
102. she grew wondrous weary.
123,4. When I get him that I like best, And what is laid before me, Richie.
131. rode thro yon burrow-town.
141. As they rode by yon bonny House.
143,4. And four-and-twenty gallant knichts Came.
163. And now she rides in her coach-and-four. Christie touched up his text here and there.
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