[306] I, 167.
[307] I, 88.
[308] I, 112
[309] [The true ballad has little to say of mental states.]
[310] IV, 5. The stanza reads:
But he’s taen aff his gude steel cap,
And thrice he’s waved it in the air;
The Dinlay snaw was neer mair white
Nor the lyart locks of Harden’s hair.
[311] IV, 10.