After 4:
They threw him into dungeon-keep;
Full little he reckd the pain;
But sair he mournd each springing hope
That was blasted a’ sae sune.
51. fell out.
52. That wanting.
53. And they hae.
54. him to thole a deadly doom.
63,4. For gin I judge frae his gentle look I think he is where he should na stand.