They hadna saild another league, another league but three,
Till she beheld his cloven fit, and she wept most bitterlie.
‘O had yer tongue, my love,’ he said, ‘why weep ye sae mournfulie?
We’re gaun to see how the lillies do grow on the banks o fair Italie.’
‘What hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, where the sun shines [a wafer here]
‘O yon’s the hills of heaven,’ he said, ‘where you will never win!‘”
Letters addressed to Sir Walter Scott, Vol. I, No 78, Abbotsford.
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JAMES HATLEY
A. a. “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 35, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 6, Abbotsford. b. ‘James Hatley,’ Campbell MSS, II, 289. c. ‘James Hatelie,’ R. Chambers, The Romantic Scottish Ballads, their Epoch and Authorship, p. 37.
B. ‘James Hately,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 39, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 18. The same, transcribed by Thomas Wilkie, “Scotch Ballads,” etc., No 79, Abbotsford.