20. #b.# Her father, _etc._, And they have riden after them. #c.# Her father of his best men armed fifteen, And they're ridden after them bidene. 21^1. #b, c.# The lady looket [looked] over [owre] her left shoulder then. 22^1. #b, c.# If they come on me one by one, 22^2. #b.# Ye may stand by and see them fall. #c.# You may stand by till the fights be done. #d.# Then I will slay them every one. 23^1. #b.# all in all. #d.# all and all. 23^2. #d.# Then you will see me the sooner fall. 24^2. #b.# has slain. 24. #c.# They came upon him one by one, Till fourteen battles he has won. And fourteen men he has them slain, Each after each upon the plain. 25. #c.# But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and a deadly wound. 26. #c.# Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed. 27^1. #c.# river Donne: 27^2. #b.# And he lighted down. #c.# And there they lighted to wash his wound. 28^2. #b.# It's but the glent. #c.# It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood. 29^1. #c.# yett. 29^2. #b.# Sae ruddly as he rappet at. #c.# So faint and feebly he rapped thereat. 30^1. #b.# O my son's slain and cut down. #c.# O my son's slain, he is falling to swoon. 32. #b.# ... death of only one, But it's been the death of fair seventeen. _Instead of 32, #c# has_: To a maiden true he'll give his hand, To the king's daughter o fair England, To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand. #B.# 3. _A stanza resembling this is found in Beaumont and Fletcher's 'Knight of the Burning Pestle' (1611), Dyce, II, 172, but may belong to some other ballad, as_ 'The Knight and Shepherd's Daughter:' He set her on a milk-white steed, And himself upon a grey; He never turned his face again, But he bore her quite away. 8^4. ware. 18^1. Marie. 20^4. flang'd. #C.# 12^3. _MS._ scâd. #D.# 10. _The following stanza, superscribed "~Mrs Lindores, Kelso~," was found among Mr Kinlock's papers, and was inserted at I, 331, of the Kinlock MSS. It may be a first recollection of #D# 10, but is more likely to be another version_: 'We raid over hill and we raid over dale, And we raid over mountains sae high, Until we cam in sicht o yon bonnie castle bowr Whare Sir William Arthur did lie.' #E.#