v. 26. This simile resembles a passage in a MS. translation of an Irish Fairy tale, called _The Adventures of Faravla, Princess of Scotland, and Carral O'Daly, Son of Donogho More O'Daly, Chief Bard of Ireland_. "Faravla, as she entered her bower, cast her looks upon the earth, which was tinged with the blood of a bird which a raven had newly killed: 'Like that snow,' said Faravla, 'was the complexion of my beloved, his cheeks like the sanguine traces thereon; whilst the raven recalls to my memory the colour of his beautiful locks.'" There is also some resemblance in the conduct of the story, betwixt the ballad and the tale just quoted. The Princess Faravla, being desperately in love with Carral O'Daly, despatches in search of him a faithful confidante, who, by her magical art, transforms herself into a hawk, and, perching upon the windows of the bard, conveys to him information of the distress of the Princess of Scotland. SCOTT. THE JOLLY GOSHAWK. Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 353. "O well is me, my jolly goshawk, That ye can speak and flee; For ye can carry a love-letter To my true love from me." "O how can I carry a letter to her, 5 When her I do not know? I bear the lips to her never spak, And the eyes that her never saw." "The thing of my love's face that's white Is that of dove or maw; 10 The thing of my love's face that's red Is like blood shed on snaw. "And when you come to the castel, Light on the bush of ash; And sit you there and sing our loves, 15 As she comes from the mass. "And when she gaes into the house, Sit ye upon the whin; And sit you there and sing our loves, As she goes out and in." 20 And when he flew to that castel, He lighted on the ash; And there he sat and sung their loves, As she came from the mass. And when she went into the house, 25 He flew unto the whin; And there he sat and sung their loves, As she went out and in. "Come hitherward, my maidens all, And sip red wine anon, 30 Till I go to my west window, And hear a birdie's moan." She's gane unto her west window, And fainly aye it drew; And soon into her white silk lap 35 The bird the letter threw. "Ye're bidden send your love a send, For he has sent you twa; And tell him where he can see you, Or he cannot live ava." 40 "I send him the rings from my white fingers, The garlands off my hair; I send him the heart that's in my breast: What would my love have mair? And at the fourth kirk in fair Scotland, 45 Ye'll bid him meet me there."