Chapter XXIII: Part III: , p. 24, Part IV, p. xxxi, taken down from James Olver, (10)

8
When he cam to bonny Aboyne
He thocht that she was sleepin,
But when he drew the sma curtain by
Then he fell oot a weepin.

9
‘O dear! is she dead? and a wow! is she dead?
Ah, woe’s me for our pairtin!
I rather had lost a’ the lands o Aboyne
Or I’d pairted wi Peggie Irvine.

* * * * * * *

10
‘A’ my friends did me disdain
For marryin the name o Irvine.’

The first stanza is also given thus (p. 121):

The Earl of Aboyne he’s courtous an kin,
He’s kin to every woman;
He’s kind when he comes, an he’s kind when he gangs,
But he never brings his lady to London.

From Miss Butchart, Arbroath, p. 146.

1
The Earl o Aboyne’s to London gane,
An taen Duke Huntly wi him,

* * * * * * *

2
She called on Jack, her gentleman,
An Jean, her gentlewoman:
‘Gae dress my fair body in some finer dress,
For the Earl o Aboyne is comin.’

* * * * * * *

3
She’s gaen doun by yon burnside,
An there she saw him comin:
‘Ye’re welcome, welcome, Earl o Aboyne,
Ye’re welcome hame frae Lunon.

* * * * * * *

4
‘Gae back, gae back then, Earl o Aboyne,
Nae thanks to you for comin;
Gin tomorrow wad hae been your fair weddin-day
Gae kiss your dames in Lunon.’

236. The Laird o Drum.

P. 324. =B=, as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 16, ‘The Lard of Drum.’

1
Ther was a knigh[t],
An a gillan knight was he,
An he’s faein in love we his shiperd’s daughter,
. . . . . . .

2
. . . . . . .
He could nether gang nor ride;
He fell so deap in her fancy
Till his nose began to blead.

3
‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canno ye on me rue?
By a’ the meads I ever saa,
Ther is nane I lou by you.

4
‘Ye’r a shepherd’s ae dother,
An I am a barron’s son,
An gratt is the pleasur I wad haa
To see you gaa out an in, may.’

5
‘I am a shiperd’s ae dother,
An ye’r a barron’s son,
An ther is ne pleasur I could ha
To see you gae out nor in.

6
‘. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
For I widne gee the fancey of my bonny love
For ne love nor favour of you, sir.’

7
‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maids I ever saa,
Ther is nane I loie but you.’

8
‘Lay not your love on me,’ she says,
‘Lay not your love on me,
For I am our lake to be yer bride,
An you[r] quen I ell never be.

9
‘For I will wear nane of your silks,
Nor nean of yer scarlet clase;
For the hue of the eue sall be my goun,
An I will goo as I pleas.’

10
‘. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Ye’r na our lake to be my bride,
An my quien ye’s never be.

11
‘Bonney may, an bra may,
Winnë ye on me rue?
By a’ the may[s] I see,
Ther is nane I loe but you, may.’

12
‘If ye ha faen sae deap in my fancy
Ye cane nether gang nor rid,
Ye take me to the middel of the ring,
An bear me guid comp[a]ny.’

13
He has tane her by the milk-whit hand
An led her thro hase an bours:
‘Ye’r the jule of my heart,
An a’ I have is yours.’

14
He tuke her by the milk-whit hand
An led her out an in:
‘Ye’r the jule of my heart,
My d[ea]r, ye’r welcom in.’

15
Out spak his brother John,
‘Brother, ye haa don grate wrong;
Ye ha marred a wife this night
Discredet to all yer kin.’

16
‘Hold yer toung, my brother John,
For I hae don ne wrang,
For I ha marred a wife to wine,
An ye ha ane to spend.’

* * * * *

May, 4^4, 11^4, sir, 6^4, _are added for singing as_ O _is in other copies, and either one of these, or_ O, _would naturally be appended in the other stanzas_.

8^1. Lay not fancyour love on me. _The next line shows that fane was written by mistake._

325. Findlay’s MS., p. 13, has five stanzas of the ballad, from the recitation of a woman in Kincardineshire. The five stanzas are very nearly the same as =D= 1, 2, 4, 5, 6^{1,2}, with the matter-of-fact conclusion, 6^{3,4},

An a’body seemed to be content,
And she was at his will.

A stanza from another version is given at the same place which resembles =E= 8:

She canna wash your china cups,
Nor dress you a dish o tea, O
But weel can she milk baith cow and ewe,
Wi her cogie at her knee. O

I have received nearly the same from Mr Walker of Aberdeen as sung by John Walker, crofter, Portlethen, 1893.

Yer china cups I canna wash,
Nor cook a cup o tea, O
But weel can I milk the cowes and the ewes,
Wi the cogie on my knee. O

237. The Duke of Gordon’s Daughter.

P. 332. There is a copy in a collection of folio sheet ballads, British Museum, 1346. m. 8, with the date September 8th, 1775, at the end; earlier, therefore, than any of those I had before me excepting a, and worth collating.

1^4. they _wanting_.

2^4, 3^4. she did.

3^2. the _wanting_.

3^3. Jean’s fallen in.

4^4. mony.

5^3. with _wanting_.

5^4. Jeanny.

6^4. she’s no.

7^3. Lady Jean’s fallen in love with.

7^4. she would.

8^2. upon yon.

8^3. he did.

8^4. a training of.

9^1. O woe be.

9^2. And _wanting_: death shall you.

9^4. shalt thou.

10^1. Duke of.

10^4. he did such a thing.

11^3. him put off his gold lace.

11^4. the _wanting_.

13^4. will I.

14^2. a yer but only three.

14^3. babe on.

15^1. O I’m weary with.

16 _comes before_ 15.

16^1. O I am weary wandering.

16^2. think it lang.

17^3. sheen: all _wanting_.

17^4. she could.

18, 19, _wanting._

20^1. I was: glen of Foudland.

20^4. either house or sheen.

21^1. When they: to bonny C. G.

21^3. out _wanting_.

22^1. O _wanting_: dear Jeannie G.

22^2. welcome dear.

22^4. Captain _wanting_.

23^1. over the.

23^2. As _wanting_.

24^1. ye.

25^1. what means this.

25^3. are all dead.

26^2. drink, be jovial.

27^3. out with _wanting_.

28^1. pretty _wanting_.

28^3. can enter my.

30-32 _wanting._

33^2. you’re welcome dear to me.

33^3. You’re welcome, bonny Jeanny Gordon.

33^4. With my young family.

238. Glenlogie, or, Jean o Bethelnie.

P. 346. =I b.= A copy of this version has been found at Abbotsford, in a portfolio labelled ‘The Rever’s Wedding and other important papers.’ There are a few differences of reading.

_In the stanza after 1, line 3_, be richer, _line 4_, maun hae.

2^1. Oh whare.

2^{2,4}. gang: again soon.

3^1. he cam: gae.

3^2. gae.

3^3. my maister’s.

3^4. stop till.

5^1. Gae: gar.

5^3. lang or ere.

5^4. O _wanting_.

6^3. quo she.

7^2. But _wanting_.

239. Lord Saltoun and Auchanachie.

P. 349. =A b.= Now collated with a MS. of Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe’s and another copy of the same pieces in “North Country Ballads,” Miscellanea Curiosa, Abbotsford Library. Stanzas mostly of four lines.

Sharpe, p. 10.

1^1. stepping on.

1^2. ye’re.

2^1. caren.

2^2. Achanachie (_and always_).

3^1. not take; it _wanting_.

3^2. and he’s thrawn.

4^1. I’m bown: you.

4^2. not.

5^2. out _wanting_: and they cutit.

7^1. came.

8^1. fleed.

8^2. Jeanie is.

350. =B c.= From “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 29. We have here Gordon of Auchanachie, though the scene is in Buchan.

1
Buchan is bonny an ther lays my love,
My fancë is fixed on him, it winnë remove;
[It winnë remove] for a’ I cane dee,
Achanacë Gordon is my love an sall be.

2
Ben came her father, steps on the floor,
Says, Jeanie, ye’r acting the part of a hour;
Ye’r leaking ane that cares na for ye;
Wed Salton, an latt Achenecy be.

3
‘Achainace Gordon is a pritty man,
Bat Acchanace Gordon has na free land;
For his land is laying wast, an his castell faaen doun,
So ye man take Salton, latt Achennecy be.’

4
‘My friends may case me we Salton to wed,
Bat my friends sall na case me we him to bed;
I ill never bear to him dother nor sin till the day I sall deei,
For Achannace Gordon is my love an sall be.’

5
Her friends they have cassed her we Salton to wed,
Bat they never got her we him to bed;
She never bare dother nor sin till the day that she dead deei,
For Achainace Gordon was her love and sud be.

6
‘Ye that are her madins, ye take aff her goun,
An I will infeft her in five thousand pound;
She sall werr silk till her heel and goud till her kneee,
An she man forget him young Achanice.’

7
‘Ye that are my madins sanna take aff my goon,
Nor will I be infefted in five thousand pound;
I winnë wer goud on my head nor silk to my knee,
Nor will I forsake young Achanice.’

8
‘Ye that are her madins bring her to my bed,
The bed is made ready an the shits doun spread;
She sall lay in her bed till tuall in the day,
An sin forget him young Achanace.’

9
‘Ye that are my madins sanna ha me to his bed,
Tho the bed be made ready an the shits doun spread;
Nor will I lay in his bed till tuall of the day,
Nor forsake him young Achanicy.

10
‘For rather then have wedded Salton to wear goud to my knee,
I rather wedded Achanicy tralled fait fish fraa the sea;
Or I had weded Salton an wore robes of read,
I rader wead Achanace, we him begg my b[r]ead.’

11
Achanicy Gordon came fra the sea,
We a gallant regment an brave companie;
He sought out his Jeanie we doll an we care,
An Achanice Gordon is leak to dispear.

12
Doun came her handmaid, wringen her hands:
‘Alass for your staying sa lang in strang lands!
For Jeanie is marred, an nou she is dead.
Alass for your staying sae lang on the flood!’

13
. . . . . . . . . .
‘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.

* * * * *

1^3. came.

5^3. she deaded.

12^2. strying.

12^4. on _doubtful_.

240. The Rantin Laddie.

P. 352. =B= as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 3, ‘The Rantan Laddy.’

1
‘Aft have I played att the cards an the dice,
They wer so very entisen,
But this is a sad an a sorofull seat,
To see my apron riseng.

2
‘Aft ha I plad att the cards an the dice,
For love of my laddy,
Bat nou I man sitt in my father’s kittchë-nouk,
An roke my baby.

3
‘Bat gin I had an of my father’s servens,
For he has so mony,
That wad gaa to the woods of Glentaner
We a letter to the ranten laddy!’

4
‘Hear am I, an of your father’s servants,
For he has so many,
That will gaa to the woods of Glentaner
We a letter to the ranten laddy.’

5
‘Fan ye gee to Aboyn,
To the woods of Glentaner sie bonny,
We yer hat in yer hand, gee a bou to the grond,
In the presenc[e] of the ranten laddy.’

6
Fan he gad to Aboyn,
To the woods of Glentaner saae bonny,
We his hat in his han, he gied a bou to the grond,
In the preasence of the ranten laddy.

7
Fan he looked the letter on,
Saa loud as he was laughing;
Bat or he read it to an end
The tears they came doun raping.

8
‘O faa is this, or faa is that,
Has ben so ill to my Meggie?
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

9
‘Bat ye gett four-an-tuinty milk-whit steads,
We an E an O an O me!
An as monny gay ladys to ride them on,
To gaa an bring hame my Meggie.

10
‘Ye gett four-an-tuinty berrie-broun steeds,
We an E an O an O me!
An as mony knights to ride them one,
To gaa an bring hame my Meggie.’

11
Ye lasses a’, war ever ye be,
An ye match we ony of our Deesid ladds,
Ye’ll happy be, ye’ll happy be,
For they ar frank an kin.

12
The’r frank an kin
The’r free,
An ye match we ony of our Deesid ladds,
Ye’ll happy be.

* * * * *

9^2, 10^2. ome.

9^3. laddys.

In Findlay’s MSS, =I=, 84 is this stanza,===B= 5, =C= 12, =D= 4:

‘When ye come to Aboyne’s yetts,
Aboyne’s yetts they shine clearly,
Ye’ll tak aff your hat, gie a bow wi your knee,
Gie the letter to my rantin laddie.’

241. The Baron o Leys.

P. 355. Findlay’s MSS, I, 85, gives the first stanza thus (from Mrs Main, Inchmarlo, Kincardineshire).

The baron o Leys is to London gane,
All in a mornin early;
He’s shod his horse wi siller sheen,
An shown them a’ his folly.

245. Young Allan.

376 =b=, last paragraph. Talking Ships. See Liebrecht, Zur Volkskunde, p. 365 f., apropos of Árnason’s Skipamál, Þþjoðsögur, II, 8. Árnason notes two talking ships in Flóamanna Saga, c. 36, and Liebrecht the Argo.

377. =A.= The original, altered in places by Skeat, stands as follows in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” where it is No 4.

1
Aa the skippers of merry Lothen,
As they sat att the wine,
Ther fell a rosin them among,
An it was in an unhappy time.

2
Some of them roused ther haks,
An some of them ther hounds,
An some of them ther gay ladys,
Trood neat on the plain:
Young Allan he roused his comely coug,
That lay upon the strand.

3
‘I haa as good a ship this day
As ever sailled our seas,
Except it be the Burges Black,
Bat an the Small Cordvine,
The comly coug of Dornisdall;
We sall lay that three bay in time.’

4
Out spak a littel boy,
Just att Young Allan’s knee,
‘Ye lie, ye lie, ye Young Allan,
Sae loud as I hear ye lie.

5
‘For my master has a littel boat
Will sail thris as well as thin;
For she’ll come in att your formast
An gee out att yer forlee,
An nine times in a winter night
She’ll take the wine fra the.

6
‘O fatt will ye wade, ye Young Allan,
Or fatt will ye wad we me?’
‘I ill wad my head agenst yer land,
Till I gett more monie.’

7
They hed na sailed a legg, [a legg,]
A legg bat bairly three,
Till throug an throu ther bonny ship
They saa the green wall sea.

8
They had na sailled a leag, [a leag,]
A leag bat barly fave,
Till through en throu ther bonny ship
They saa the green wall wave.

9
He gied up to the tapmast,
To see fat he coud see,
An ther he saa the Burges Black,
Bat an the Small Cordvine,
The comly coug of Dornasdell;
The three was rent in nine.

10
Young Allan he grat, an he wrang his hans,
An he kent na fat till dee:
‘The win is loud, an the waves is prood,
An we will a’ sink in the sea.

11
‘Bat gin I cod gett a bonny boy
To tak my healm in han,
. . . . that wad bring
My bonny ship safe to lan,

12
‘He sud gett the tua part of my goud,
An the therd part of my lan,
An gin me wine safe to shor
He sud gett my daughter Ann.’

13
‘Hear am I, a bonny boy
That will take yer helm in han,
. . . . an will bring
Your bonny ship safe to land.

14
‘Ye take four-an-twenty fether-beds,
An ye lay the bonny ship roun,
An as much of the good cannis
As make her hell an soun.’

15
They took four-an-twenty fether-beds,
An laid the bonny ship roun,
An as much of the good canies
As made her hell an soun.

16
‘Spring up, my bony ship,
An goud sall be yer hair!’
Fan the bonny ship hard of that,
Att goud sud be her hire,
She sprang as fast fra the sate water
As the spark dis frae the fire.

17
‘Spring up, my bonny ship,
An goud sall be yer fee!’
An fan the bonny ship hard of that,
Goud was to be her fee,
She sprang as fast fra the sat water
As the life dos fra the tree.

18
The salors stans on the shore-sid,
We ther ill-bukled shen:
‘Thanks to God an our gued master
That ever we came to land!’

19
‘Far is the bonny boy
That took my healm in hand?
.. .. that brought
My bonny ship safe to land?

20
‘He’s gett the twa part of my goud,
The therd part of my lan,
An since we ha wone safe to shore
He’s gett my doughter Ann.’

21
‘Hear am I, the bonny boy
That took yer healm in han,
That brought yer bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan.

22
‘I winnë ha the tua part of yer goud,
Nor the therd part of yer lan,
Bat since we ha wine safe to shor
I will wed yer daugter Ann.’

23
Fortey ships went to the sea,
Forty ships an five,
An ther came never on back
Bat Young Allan alive.

* * * * *

9^5. comly cord.

12^4, 20^4, 22^4. Anna.

17^{2,4}. hire _for_ fee (_caught from_ 16).

23^2. ane _changed to_ Five.

_Written without division into stanzas or verses._

246. Redesdale and Wise William.

P. 383. There is a copy in C. K. Sharpe’s “second collection” which is substantially the same as =A=. The variations here follow:

=A b.=

1^2. Was.

1^3. There was a praising.

1^4. In an unhappy.

2^1. For some ones they did praise.

2^4. And _wanting_.

3^1. That out did speak.

3^3. Says, I saw never a.

3^5. But what I would her favour gain.

3^6. With one blink of.

3^6, 4^6. eye.

4^1. out did speak.

4^2. spoke.

4^5. Whose favour you would never gain.

5^1. you.

_After_ 5:
‘That is too good a wager, William,
Upon a woman’s mind,
It is to[o] good a wager Wil[lia]m,
I’m very sure you’l tyne.’

6^1. So.

6^3. he could neither go.

6^4. Nor no.

7^1. has wrote a broad.

7^3. his only.

8^1. read the letter over.

8^2. She lookëd.

8^4. enough.

9^3. she saw.

9^4. riding throw.

10^1. Says _wanting_: Come hitherward.

10^3. here does come.

10^4. For injury to me.

11^1. Come down, come down, said Reedesdale.

11^2. One sight of you I’ll see.

11^3. my gate.

12, 13, _wanting_.

14
‘Come down, come down, O lady fair,
One sight of you I’ll see,
And bony is the rings of gold
That I will give to thee.’

15
‘If you have boney rings of gold,
O mine is bony tee;
Go from my gate now, Reedesdale,
For me you will not see.’

16
‘Come down, come down, O lady fair,
One sight of you I’ll see,
And boney is the bowers and halls
That I will give to the.’

17
‘If you have boney bowers and halls,
I have bowers and halls the same;
Go from my gate now, Reedesdale,
For down I will not come.’

18-21 _wanting_.

22^1. O lady.

22^3. Or then.

22^4. Since.

23^1. So he has set that bower.

23^2. the house it took.

24 _wanting_.

25

‘Come hitherward,’ the lady cried,
‘My maidens all, to me;
For throw the smoak and throw the heat,
All throw it we must be.’

26^1. their mantles.

26^3. And throw the smoak and throw the heat.

26^4. They throw it all did win.

27^1. had all got safely out.

27^2. able for.

27^3. Sent some of them to.

28^2. Have not I gaind.

The Danish ballad ‘Væddemaalet,’ Grundtvig, No 224, spoken of under ‘The Twa Knights,’ ought to have been noticed here also.

252. The Kitchie Boy.

P. 401. =A= as it stands in “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 20.

1
Ther was a lady fair an rear,
A lady of birth an fame,
She loyed her father’s kittchen-boy,
The greater was her shame.

2
She coud never her love revell,
Nor to him take,
Bat in the forests weed an brade,
Far they wer wont to wake.

3
It fell ance apon a day
Her father went fra home,
An she sent for the kitchë-boy
Into her room.

4
‘Canna ye fancë me, Willie?
Cannie ye fancë me?
By a’ the lords I ever seed,
Ther is nane I cane loie bat ye.’

5
‘O latt ne this be kent, lady,
O lat ne this be knouen,
For in yer father got word of this,
I vou he wad gare me die.’

6
‘Yer life sall na be tane, Willie,
Yer life sall na be tean;
I rader loss my ain heart-blead
Or thy body gat wrang.’

7
We her mery fair spiches
She made the boy bold,
Till he began to kiss an clap,
An on his love lay hold.

8
They hadne kissed an love-claped,
As lovers fan they meatt,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

9
‘The master-cook he will on me call,
An ansured he man be;
In it war kent I war in bour we the,
I fear they woud gar me diei.’

10
‘The master-cook may on ye call,
But ansured he will never be,
For I haa thrie coffers fue of goud,
Yer eyen did never see.

11
‘An I will buld a bony ship for my love,
An sett her to the seea,
An saill she east, or saill she west,
The ship sall be fair to see.’

12
She has buld a bonny ship,
An sett her to the sea;
The top-masts was of the read goud,
The saill of taffety.

13
She gaie him a gay gold ring,
. . . . . .
To mind him on a gay lady
That ance bair love to him.

14
The day was fair, the ship was rair,
Fan that suan sett to sea;
Fan that day tuall-month came an gade,
Att London landed he.

15
A lady louked our castell-wa,
Beheld the day gaa doun,
An she beheld that bonny ship,
Came halling to the toun.

16
‘Come hear, come hear, my mairës a’,
Ye see na fat I see;
The bonnest ship is coming to land
Yer eyen did ever see.

17
‘Ye busk ye, busk ye, my marrës a’,
Ye busk ye unco fine,
Till I gaa doun to yon shore-side
To invite yon squar to dine.

18
‘O ye come up, ye gay young squar,
An take we me a dine;
Ye sall eatt of the gued white lofe,
An drink the claret wine.’

19
‘I thank ye for yer bread,
I thank ye for yer wine,
I thank ye for yer courticë,
Bat indeed I hanna time.’

20
‘Canna ye fancë me?’ she says,
‘Cannie ye fancë me?
Bay a’ the lords an lairds I see,
Ther is nane I fancë bat ye.’

21
‘They are farr awa fra me,’ he says,
‘The’r farr ayont the sea,
That has my heart an hand,
An my love ay sall be.’

22
‘Hear is a gued gould ring,
. . . . . .
It will mind ye on a gay lady
That ance bare love to ye.’

23
‘I haa a ring on my finger
I lee thrice as well as thine,
Tho yours war of the gued read goud,
An mine bat simpell tin.’

24
The day was fair, the ship was rair,
Fan that squar sett to sea;
Fan that day tuall-month came an gaid,
Att hame again landed he.

25
The lady’s father louked over castell-wa,
Beheld the day gaa doun,
An he beheld that bonny ship
Come halling to the toun.

26
‘Come hear, my a dother,
Ye see na fat I see;
The bonnest ship is coming to land
My eyen did ever see.

27
‘Ye busk ye, my dother,
Ye busk ye unco fine,
An I ill gai doun to yon shore-side
An invite yon squer to dine:
I wad gie a’ my reants
To haa ye marrëd to him.’

28
‘They ar farr awa fra me,’ she says,
‘The’r far ayont the sea,
That has my heart an hand,
An my love ay sall be.’

29
‘O will ye come, ye gay hine squar,
An take we me a dine?
Ye sall eat of the gued fait bread
An drink the claret wine.’

30
‘I thank ye for yer bread,
I thank ye for your wine,
I thank ye for your courtisy,
For indeed I haa na grait time.’

31
‘O cannie ye fancë me?’ [he says,
‘Cannie ye fancë me?]
By a’ the ladys I ever did see,
Ther is nain I lue bat ye.’

32
‘They are farr awa fra me,’ she says,
They are farr ayont the sea,
That has my heart an han,
An my love ay sall be.’

33
‘Hear it is, a gay goud ring,
. . . . . . .
It will mind ye on a gay hin chill
That ance bare love to ye.’

34
‘O gatt ye that ring on the sea saling?
Or gat ye it on the sand?
Or gat ye it on the shore laying,
On a drouned man’s hand?’

35
‘I got na it on the sea saling,
I got na it on the sand,
Bat I gat it on the shore laying,
On a drouned man’s hand.

36
‘O bonny was his chike,
And lovely was his face!’
‘Alass,’ says she, ‘it is my true-love Willie,
. . . . . . . .’

37
He turned him rond about,
An suitly could he smill;
She turned her round, says, My love Willie,
Hou could ye me biggeall?

38
‘A prist, a prist,’ the old man crayed,
‘Latt this tua marrëd be:’
Bat lettel did the old man keen
It was his ain kittchen-boy.

4^4. I came.

7^4. her love.

28^2. seas.

35^3. laiying.

257. Burd Isabel and Earl Patrick.

P. 418 b, 3d paragraph. Say: =A= 7 (nearly) occurs in No 91, =B= 7, II, 313, and something similar in other places (as No 91, =A= 5, 6, =D= 7, No 92, =B= 17).

422. =C.= There is another copy of this version in C. K. Sharpe’s “second collection,” with the following variations.

=b.=

1^1. Take warning, all ye maidens fair.

2^2. father’s heir.

2^4. she did rue full sair.

3^1. Says, We.

3^2. Which.

3^3. Go ye.

4^1. He hied him to the.

4^2. As fast as he could gang.

4^3. And he brought.

4^4. sign with.

5.

And long before the sun went down
Bird Isabeal bore his son,
And she has called him Patrick,
As it was his father’s name.

6^2, 7^2. Right far.

6^3. parents was.

6^4. Had little gear.

7^4. And dowrey.

8.

Now it fell out up on a time
His wedding day was come,
And all his friends invited were,
His bride to welcome home.

While every one engaged was
That all should ready be,
He hied him to his great-grand aunt,
She was a lady free.

9^1. Says, Go for me this.

9^2. O do go it for me.

9^4. I’ll do as much.

10^1. Go bring to.

10^2. Dress him in silk.

10^3. For if he lives and bruiks his life.

10^4. He is to heir my.

11^1. hailing through the closs.

12^1. I am come.

12^2. Dress him in silk.

12^3. lives.

13^1, 14^1. O was.

13^3. that bairn from my foot.

14^2. Altho in station high.

14^3. Durst take that bairn from.

15^{1,2}.

Now she got frowning throw the closs,
And frowning on the floor.

15^4. And he.

16^{1,2}.

O this was the worst errand, Patrick,
That ever I went for the.

16^3. Bird Isabeal.

17^{1,2}.

He looked right surprised like,
Amazed like looked he.

17^4. She was never.

18^1. And he went hailing throw the closs.

20^1, 21^1. I say.

20^3. Dare take that bairn from my foot.

21^2. Altho in station high.

21^3. Dare take that.

22^4. You wont get.

259. Lord Thomas Stuart.

P. 425. Found in a MS. of Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, and in “North Country Ballads,” Miscellanea Curiosa, Abbotsford Library, which is another copy of the same pieces.

Sharpe, p. 5. 1^1. Thomas Steuart he.

1^2, mukle mean (_an erasure before_ mean).

1^3, the coat.

3^1. wemen’s wits is.

4^1. steeds was.

5^3. so sick.

6^1. no leech.

7^1. leeches is come and leeches is gone.

7^2. I am.

9^3. lands and.

10^8. got all my lands.

11^1. in their.

11^2. could not.

11^3. leesh.

13^3. And as.

14^3. I fear it may be mony unco lord.

14^4. from the.

15^3. I fear it is mony unco lord.

_With variations of spelling not noted._

Scott (_as above, except_) 1^2, mickle land: land _was perhaps the word which is blotted out in Sharpe_.

3^1. women’s.

263. The New-Slain Knight.

P. 434 b. Translated also by Gerhard, p. 168.

FOOTNOTES:

[120] This reference is to the article by Julius Krohn mentioned at IV, 482 a.

[121] R. H. Stodart, Scottish Arms, 1881, II, 277, 276. What is there said of Elliot of Braidley was mostly communicated by Mr. R. B. Armstrong.

[122] Proceedings of the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland, 1880-81, p. 93. At several places above I have used a letter from Mr. Armstrong to Mr. Macmath.

VOL. V.

266. John Thomson and the Turk.

P. 3 b. There may be added another Little-Russian story communicated to me in translation by Professor Wollner: Ethnographic Survey, etc. (Etnografičeskoe Obozrěnie, etc.) Moscow, 1893, V, 104.

A tsar and a tsarina, when dying, charged their son Soliman not to marry a woman older than himself. This, however, he did, and his wife hated him, and one day, when he was hunting, went off to her brother, ordering the servants to say that she had died. This report the servants duly made, but Soliman knew that his wife had gone to her brother, and he felt the loss so much that he could not keep away from her. Meeting a boy in tattered clothes, he changed with him, gave the boy everything he had on except his ring, and put on rags, to play the beggar. He proceeded to the brother’s house, and seeing his wife sitting at a window, held out his hand, on which his ring was sparkling, and asked an alms. His wife knew him at once by the ring, and bade him come in. ‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘Once I was a tsar,’ he said, ‘but my wife died, and I became a beggar.’ At this point the brother arrived on the scene. The woman told Soliman to lie down on the threshold; he did so, and she sat down on him. When her brother came in she said, ‘Guess what I am sitting on.’ He answered, ‘On the threshold.’ ‘Wrong,’ said she; ‘on Tsar Soliman.’ ‘If it is he,’ said her brother, ‘I will cut his head off.’ But here Soliman suggested that if the brother should take his head off on the spot, nobody would know that he had killed a tsar; whereas if he would build a three-story gallows and hang Soliman on it, all the world would see that he had been the death of a tsar and not of a beggar. So a three-story gallows was built, and as they were taking Soliman up to the first stage, he said, Give me a horn, to cheer my heart for the last time. They gave him a horn and he began to blow, Quick, quick, dear soldiers, for my death and end is nigh. A black regiment set out for the place. Bystanders said, Tsar Soliman, you are up high and see far: what is the black thing coming along the hill? ‘My death, which gleams black in the distance.’ Soliman mounted to the second stage and blew his horn again: Quick, quick, dear soldiers, my death and end is nigh. He saw a white regiment coming. The people said, Tsar Soliman, you are high up and see far: what is that white thing which is coming? My death, which gleams white in the distance. Then Soliman mounted to the third stage and blew Quick, quick, dear soldiers, my death and end is nigh, and he saw a red regiment coming. The people asked, what red thing was coming. My death, which gleams red in the distance.[123] Then the black regiment came up, after it the white, and finally the red; they slew Soliman’s wife and her brother, took Soliman down from the gallows, and rode home.

8. =Danish.= Through the friendly help of Dr. Axel Olrik I am now in a position to say that there is one fundamental text =A=, in MSS of 1600 and 1615, from which all the others are derived. In the seventeenth century =A= was expanded from forty to eighty-two couplets. =B=, the original of the expanded copy, is found in a MS. of 1635; from =B= come the other five later MS. texts, the flying-sheet of 1719, Kristensen’s fragment, and some recent copies.

=A.= King David, after betrothing the incomparable Suol-far, has to go on a cruise. He proposes that the lady stay with his mother while he is away, but Suol-far does not like this arrangement. Then, says the king, I shall bind your finger with gold, so that I can find you wherever you may be. Hardly is King David gone, when King Adell rides up. Suol-far is out of doors, brushing her hair; Adell asks if he may put a gold crown on it. If God grants King David to come home with honor, she will soon have a gold crown to wear, she says. Adell wishes to hear no more of David, and asks Suol-far to plight herself to him; she will not, she has given her troth to King David. Adell gives her sleeping potions five, sleeping potions nine; she swoons, is taken to be dead, and is buried in the church. Late in the evening Adell goes to the tomb; the effect of the potions having passed off, Suol-far rises. Adell asks her to go off with him, and after some tears Suol-far permits him to take her away. It had been supposed that there was no witness, but a little page was listening, and when King David came home the page gave him the bad tidings that King Adell had carried Suol-far out of the country. David goes in quest, disguised as a pilgrim. He finds the pair sitting on a stone, resting their weary legs, and asks an alms. Adell gives something, and Suol-far is at least about so to do, for David asks, Is it not the way in this country to give money with bare hand? whereupon she pulls off her glove and gives. David (seeing of course the token on her finger) draws his sword and kills Adell. He then asks Suol-far how she came to break her troth. Adell gave her nine drinks, which made her fall dead to the earth, but, thank God, she had been kept from sin. David loves her so dearly that he is easily satisfied; he orders his wedding, and their troubles are over.

The flying-sheet of 1719 (in seventy-three couplets) exhibits some differences. King David marries Sølfehr before he goes on his expedition, and gives the land into Adel’s care during his absence. After the queen has fallen aswoon in consequence of the nine drinks, King Adel sends word to King David that she is dead. After the interment, Adel remains in the church and digs up Sølfehr. He addresses her as his dearest; she refuses to be so called. Adel tells her that David is dead, and asks her if she will follow him out of the land. She will follow him very willingly if she may hear of no grief to King David (whatever that may mean), and Adel wraps her in a cloak and lifts her on his gray. There had been watchmen in the church, and they tell David that Adel is off with Sølfehr. David has pilgrim’s clothes made for himself and many of his men. While asking alms, David gives the queen to understand that he is her husband; then turning to Adel says, I entrusted my kingdom to you, and did not look to be deceived. Upon this he orders his troop to spare none of Adel’s men, and himself hews Adel in pieces. The queen falls at his feet and begs forgiveness. The easy king says, I know the fault was not thine, lifts her on his horse, and goes home.

The two =Swedish= copies in Stephen’s collection are fragments of eight and of fifteen stanzas. In the first (from Sødermanland), King David having dug up the coffin and found it empty, disguises himself as a pilgrim, and when asking an alms of Solfager says,

Travelled have I by water and land,
But never took alms from a gloved hand.

‘Who are you for a vagabond, that never took alms from a gloved hand?’ says Solfager. ‘Never was I a vagabond, but often have I kissed Solfager’s hand,’ he replies. Solfager jumps into his arms, exclaiming, I never can believe you are my former true-love.

In the other (from Småland), after the abduction of Solfager, David takes staff in hand and goes to a strange land. He presents himself where the pair are sitting at table, and asks an alms. Solfager gives him alms once and twice, but the beggar is not satisfied. Needy vagrant, she says, take alms where you can; insatiable vagrant, take alms where you get most. I was no vagrant, he answers, when I put gold rings on Solfager’s arm; I was no vagrant when I slept by Solfager. Her tears come; she can never believe that he is David, her true-love. She takes David in her arms. Praise to God, he cries, that I am still her husband!

271. The Lord of Lorn and the False Steward.

P. 45. Other Russian popular tales in which the characteristic traits of the group spoken of are well preserved: Afanasief, V, 178, No 37, ed. 1861, I, 239, No 67 b, ed. 1873, ‘Tsarevitch i yevo Sluga;’ ‘Korolevitch i yevo Djadka,’ the same, VIII, 170, No 18, ed. 1863, I, 233, No 67 a, ed. 1873; Khudyakof, II, 33, No 44, ‘Udivitelny Muzhitchek;’ the same, III, 143, No 115, ‘Muzhitchenko s Kulatchenko.’ A tsar’s son delivers a prisoner; is condemned to leave the country with a servant (tutor, warden); having been let down into a well to drink, is forced to change positions and clothes with his attendant; serves as herdsman, horseboy, cook, the attendant aspiring to marry a king’s daughter; destroys three dragons (a seven-headed monster in the second, the fourth defective here); marries the princess, the servant or tutor being put to death (baited with dogs in the third, set to work in the stable in the fourth).[124]

Afanasief, IV, 72, ed. 1873, refers to other Russian versions, and gives, p. 73 f., the Russian form of ‘The Goose-Girl.’

46 b. Add: (=F.=) Ivan Tsarevitch i Martha-Tsarevna, Afanasief, I, 227, No 21, 1863, I, 246, No 68, 1873. (=G.=) ‘Masenzhni Dzjadok,’ the same, V, 185, No 38, 1861, I, 254, No 69, 1873. (=H.=) ‘Kiósut,’ Sbornik of the Bulgarian Ministry of Education, III, II, 222. (=I.=) ‘Der Königssohn und der Bartlose,’ Hahn, Griechische u. Albanesische Märchen, I, 233, No 37. (1.) The son of a king liberates a prisoner (man of iron and copper, bird with human voice), =F=, =G= (stealing the key from his mother, =G=). (2.) The prince is under the necessity of leaving the country, =F-I= (is attended by a beardless man, =H=, =I=). (3.) To get out of a well has to consent to change clothes and position (with the beardless man, whom he had allowed to join him, or who had been hired as horse-driver), =H=, =I=. (4.) King’s daughter (fair maid with golden locks, =I=) aspired to by a low fellow, =F=, =H=, =I=. (5.) Prince figures as stable-boy or scullion, =F=, =G=, =I=, kills three dragons, =F=, defeats an army, =G=, accomplishes three tasks, =H=, =I=. (6.) Prince marries princess, =F=, =G=, =H= (marries Golden Locks, =I=), treacherous competitor banished, =F=, hanged, =H=, thrown into boiling oil, =I=.[125]

274. Our Goodman.

P. 89 f. =French.= Add: La Tradition, VII, 145, Le Quercy.

275. Get up and bar the Door.

P. 95. Add two other Eastern stories: ‘The Farmer, his Wife and the Open Door,’ in Swynnerton’s Indian Nights Entertainment, 1892, p. 14, No 11; ‘The Beggar and the Five Muffins’ (of the second set), Folklore in Southern India by Pandet Natêsá Sástrî, p. 277, No 22, and Tales of the Sun, by Mrs Howard Kingscote and the same, p. 280, No 25. (Both cited by Mr Clouston, in The Athenæum, March 18, 1893.)

To be Corrected in the Print.

I, 62, 68. =A.= The Jamieson-Brown MS. should be cited by pages, not by folios. This correction applies also to Nos 6 =b=, 10 =B=, =a=, 32 =a=, 34 =B=, =a=, 35, 53, =A=, =C=, =a=, 62 =E=, 63 =B=, =a=, 65 =A=, 76 =D=, 82, 96 =A=, 97 =A=, =a=, 98 =A=, 99 =A=, 101 =A=, 103 =A=.

69 b, 61^1. _Read_ rauked.

138 a, =B c=, 11^2. I’ll. b, 26^1, 27^1, 28^1. _MS._ tune (_copy wrong_).

305 b, notes, 10^1. tauchty, etc. _Drop._

342, 39^1. _Read_ what.

482 a, =D=. _Insert_ 13^2. bone.

II,

32 b, 6th line from below. _For_ =H= _read_ =J=.

101 b, 5th line of last paragraph. _Read_ II, 246.

101 b, last line but four. _Read_ II, 245.

128 b, 2d line of 2d paragraph. _Read_ =B= 18.

169 a, last line but two. _Supply_ =A= _before_ 2^4.

234 a, 5th line. larf _is dropped in Herd II_.

316 a, notes, 6^2. _Read_ bowers.

367 a, =C= 34^6. _The MS. reading is_ dead syne.

373 b, 21^2. _Read_ grey.

429 a, last line but three of text. _Read 80 for 83._

477 a, =D=. _All the variations except 11^1, 14^4, apply to_ =C=, _not to_ =D=.

III,

11 b, last line but two. _Supply_ =C= _before 4^3_.

49 a, 12th line. _Read_ alcaldes.

51 b, last two lines. _Read_ (extracted from Histoire Litt. de la France, XXX), p. 49.

122 b, 6th line. _Read_ No 135.

146 a, 14^3. _Read_ delt _for_ felt (felt, _all copies_).

179 b, 5^2. _Read_ clutt _for_ cliitt.

183 a, notes, =A= 5^2. _Add_: clutt was no doubt intended.

230, 59^3. _Read_ kickle.

230, 70^2. _Read_ For which.

232, 108^1. _Read_ unpossible.

232, 116^3. _Read_ leave out.

477 a, line 6. _Read_ Laird’s.

516 a, 95, line 7. _Read_ Birkbeck.

517 b, last paragraph of 96, last line but one. _Read_ des.

518 b. The notes to III, 44 belong under No 117.

IV,

33 a, last line but one. _Read_ 10^3.

44 b, 9^2. _Read_ as he.

254 b, notes. _For_ =J= _read_ =K=.

275 a, =B b=, 6^1. _Read_ white-milk.

281 a, 2^2. _Read_ and bane.

282 a, 3^2. _Read_ behind my.

288 a, =E=, 3^4. _Read_ toss. =F= is in the handwriting of John Hill Burton.

290 b, line 6. _Read_ 7^3.

291 b, notes, =E=, 3^4. _Drop._

331 b, 8^1. _Read_ out _for_ not.

339 b, lines 5, 6. _Read_ Belhelvie, the name of an Aberdeenshire parish.

387 b, last line but one of note. _Read_ owes its.

392, 21^1. _Read_ you _for_ yon.

408 a, notes, =A=, 2d line. _Read_ 22^4, 33^4. _Cf._ 13^4.

437 b, 25^1. _Read_ Well fells.

440 b, 4, 3d paragraph, line 3. _Read_ Coussemaker.

447 b, note to 5, after st. 17. _Read_ in =a=.

455 a, 3^4. _Read_ wi gowd.

470 a, 20^2, 21^2. _Read_ A’.

471 a, 37^2, 38^4. _Read_ A’.

481 a, =I=, 1^1. _Read_ your hand.

499 b, line 8 from below. _Insert the title_, ‘The Battle of Otterburn.’

513 b, =AA=, line 4. _Read_ my heir.

514 b, 18^1. _Read_ Out then.

516 a, =B b=, 4^2. _Read_ that _for_ thus.

524 a, 3d line. _Read_ George Mitchell.

525 a, IV, 34 b, =B=. _Omit the second sentence._

Trivial Corrections of Spelling.

I,

138 a, =B c=, 5^2. _Read_ brest.

II,

129 b, 21^2. _Read_ saft.

191 a, 18^3. _Read_ of.

191 a, 19^1. _Read_ on.

191 a, 25^3. _Read_ our.

314 a, =D= 1^2. _Read_ wi.

315 a, =D= 8^4. _Read_ mak.

372 b, notes, 7^{5,6}, lines 1, 3, 4. _Read_ her.

373 a, 14^1. _Read_ spak.

373 b, 16^{3,4}, 1st line. _Read_ her.

III,

183 a, =A= 5^2. _Read_ cliitt.

IV,

260 a, 7^3. _Read_ Hielands.

275 a, =B b=, 6^2. _Read_ over: over.

275 a, =B b=, 7^4. _Read_ son, were.

297 a, 11^1. _Read_ ladie.

312 b, 9^1. _Read_ o gold.

312 b, 10^{1,2}. _Read_ steppet, walket.

371 a, 7^3. _Read_ hale.

372 b, 17^2. _Read_ hame.

387 a, 1^1. _Read_ brent is.

444 b, 1^3. _Read_ bringin.

454 a, line 8. _Read_ ravns.

456 a, 8^2. _Read_ bleam.

461 b, 22^1. _Read_ But.

464 a, 6^1. _Read_ when.

468 b, 5^3. _Read_ yow.

470 a, 20^1. _Read_ four-a-twontie.

470 a, 21^1. _Read_ four-an-twontie.

473 b, 42^1. _Read_ cri’d.

479, 7^2. _Read_ we.

493, 17^4, 20^3. _Read_ weddet, mintet.

516 a, =B=, between 5^2 and 5^3. _Read_ yow took, Yow promisd.

* * * * *

Supplementary.

I,

303, =D= 5, taipy-tapples. The MS. has saipy-sapples.

V,

18 a. _For_ =C= _read_ =c=.

79 b, 2d st. _Read_ 26.

81 b, 11. _Read_ play thee, great.

151 a. _Insert_ =F= before the last version.

FOOTNOTES:

[123] In the original, apparently by exchange of like sounding words, My death which is cut short; that is, I suppose, prevented or postponed.

[124] I have to thank Professor Wollner for giving me in translation the two tales from Afanasief and a Bulgarian tale presently to be mentioned.

[125] In the Greek tale, =I=, the prince confides his trouble to an old lame horse. The coincidence here with the ballad does not go very far, and may be an accident, but may be more than that.

ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS[126]

VOL. I.

1. Riddles Wisely Expounded.

P. 1. Rawlinson MS. D. 328, fol. 174 b., Bodleian Library.

I was unaware of the existence of this very important copy until it was pointed out to me by my friend Professor Theodor Vetter, of Zürich, to whom I have been in other ways greatly indebted. It is from a book acquired by Walter Pollard, of Plymouth, in the 23d year of Henry VI, 1444-5, and the handwriting is thought to authorize the conclusion that the verses were copied into the book not long after. The parties are the fiend and a maid, as in =C=, =D=, which are hereby evinced to be earlier than =A=, =B=. The “good ending” of =A=, =B=, is manifestly a modern perversion, and the reply to the last question in =A=, =D=, ‘The Devil is worse than eer woman was,’ gains greatly in point when we understand who the so-called knight really is. We observe that in the fifteenth century version, 12, the fiend threatens rather than promises that the maid shall be his: and so in =E=, V, 205.

Int_er_ diabolus et virgo.

1
Wol ȝe her_e_ a wonder thyng_e_
Betwyxt a mayd _and_ þe fovle fende?

2
Thys spake þe fend to þe mayd:
‘Beleue on me, mayd, to day.

3
‘Mayd, mote y thi leman be,
Wyssedom y woll_e_ teche the:

4
‘All þe wyssedom off the world,
Hyf þ_o_u wolt be true _and_ forward holde.

5
‘What ys hyer þan ys [þe] tre?
What ys dypper þan ys the see?

6
‘What ys scharpper þan ys þe þorne?
What ys loder þan ys þe horne?

7
‘What [ys] longger þan ys þe way?
What is rader þan ys þe day?

8
‘What [ys] bether than is þe bred?
What ys scharpper than ys þe dede?

9
‘What ys grenn_er_ þan ys þe wode?
What ys swett_er_ þan ys þe note?

10
‘What ys swift_er_ þan ys the wynd?
What ys rech_er_ þan ys þe kyng_e_?

11
‘What ys ȝelu_er_ þan ys þe wex?
What [ys] soft_er_ þan ys þe flex?

12
‘But þ_o_u now answery me,
Thu schalt for soþe my leman be.’

13
‘Ih_es_u, for þy myld myȝth,
As thu art kyng_e_ and knyȝt,

14
‘Lene me wisdome to answere her_e_ ryȝth,
And schylde me fram the fovle wyȝth!

15
‘Hewen_e_ ys heyer than ys the tre,
Helle ys dypper þan ys the see.

16
‘Hongyr ys scharpp_er_ than [ys] þe thorne,
Þonder ys lodder than ys þe horne.

17
‘Loukyng_e_ ys long_er_ than ys þe way,
Syn ys rader þan ys the day.

18
‘Godys flesse ys bet_ur_ þan ys the brede,
Payne ys streng_er_ þan ys þe dede.

19
‘Gras ys grenn_er_ þan ys þe wode.
Loue ys swett_er_ þan ys the notte.

20
‘Þowt ys swift_er_ þan ys the wynde,
Ih_esus_ ys recher þan ys the kyng_e_.

21
‘Safer is ȝelu_er_ than ys the wexs,
Selke ys soft_er_ þan ys the flex.

22
‘Now, thu fende, _st_yl thu be;
Nell_e_ ich speke no mor_e_ w_i_t_h_ the!

2^2. Be leue.

3^1. the leman.

3^2. theche.

13^2. k_n_yȝt _seems to be altered to_ knyt.

14^2. fold: cf. 1^2.

19^2. lowe.

Pollarde _is written in the left margin of 22^1. and_ WALTERVS POLLARD _below the last line of the piece_.

[‘Inter Diabolus et Virgo’ is printed by Dr Furnivall in Englische Studien, XXIII, 444, 445, March, 1897.]

P. 2 f., 484 a, II, 495 a, IV, 439 a. Slavic riddle-ballads. Add: Romanov, I, 420, No 163 (White Russian).

2. The Elfin Knight.

P. 7. Of the custom of a maid’s making a shirt for her betrothed, see L. Pineau in Revue des Traditions Populaires, XI, 68. A man’s asking a maid to sew him a shirt is equivalent to asking for her love, and her consent to sew the shirt to an acceptance of the suitor. See, for examples, Grundtvig, III, 918. When the Elf in ‘Elveskud,’ =D= 9, Grundtvig, II, 116, offers to give Ole a shirt of silk, it is meant as a love-token; Ole replies that his true love had already given him one. The shirt demanded by the Elfin Knight may be fairly understood to have this significance, as Grundtvig has suggested. So, possibly, in ‘Clerk Colvill,’ No 42, =A= 5, I, 387, considering the relation of ‘Clerk Colvill’ and ‘Elveskud.’ We have silken sarks sewn by a lady’s hand in several other ballads which pass as simple credentials; as in ‘Johnie Scot,’ No 99, =A= 12, 13, =D= 6, =E= 2, =H= 4, 5, II, 379, 385, 389; etc. Here they may have been given originally in troth-plight: but not in ‘Child Maurice,’ No 83, =D= 7, =F= 9, II, 269, 272.

7, 8, 484 a, II, 495 a, III, 496 a, IV, 439 a, V, 205 b. Add: ‘Les Conditions impossibles,’ Beauquier, Chansons p. recueillies en Franche-Comté, p. 133.

=White Russian.= Šejn, Materialy, I, I, 494, No 608 (shirt, etc.). =Croatian=, Marjanović, ‘Dar i uzdarje,’ p. 200, No 46.

8 ff. Questions and tasks offset by other questions and requisitions in the Babylonian Talmud. See Singer, Sagengeschichtliche Parallelen aus dem babylonischen Talmud, Zeitschrift des Vereins für Volkskunde, II, 296.

11, note *, 12. The story of the two mares is No 48 of R. Schmidt’s translation of the Çukasaptati, p. 68 ff.; that of the staff of which the two ends were to be distinguished, No 49, p. 70 f. The Clever Wench (daughter of a minister) appears in No 52, p. 73 ff., with some diversities from the tale noted at p. 12 b, 2d paragraph. More as to the Clever Wench in R. Köhler’s notes to L. Gonzenbach’s Sicilianische Märchen, now published by J. Bolte in Zeitschrift des Vereins für Volkskunde, VI, 59. [See also Radloff, Proben der Volkslitteratur der nördlichen türkischen Stämme, VI, 191-202.]

17 f., 484 f., II, 495 f., IV, 439 f., V, 206. The Journal of American Folk-Lore, VII, 228 f., gives the following version, contributed by Miss Gertrude Decrow of Boston, in whose family the song has been traditional.

1
As I walked out in yonder dell,
Let ev’ry rose grow merry in time
I met a fair damsel, her name it was Nell,
I said, ‘Will you be a true lover of mine?

2
‘I want you to make me a cambric shirt
Without any seam or needlework,
And then you shall be, etc.

3
‘I want you to wash it on yonder hill,
Where dew never was nor rain never fell.