27.
Whan Johnie lookit the letter on,
A hearty laugh leuch he;
But ere he read it till an end
The tear blinded his ee.
O wha is this, or what is that,
Has stown my love frae me?
Although he were my ae brither,
An ill dead sall he die.
28^1. Gae saddle to me the black, he says.
28^{2,3}. Gae.
29^1. He’s called upon his merry.
29^2. To follow him to.
29^3. And he’s vowd he’d neither.
29^4. he got his. 30^1. him on.
30^2. And fast he rade away.
30^3. And he’s come to Glenlyon’s yett.
31^2. And the.
31^4. Aneath.
32^1. window loup.