. . . . . . . . . .
‘Take me to the room far my love lays in;’
He has kessed her comly lips, they wer paill an wan,
An he dyed for his Jeanie that very same night.
13. came.
53. she deaded.
122. strying.
124. on doubtful.
240. The Rantin Laddie.
P. 352. B as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 3, ‘The Rantan Laddy.’