17^2. And let him go i the devil's name. #d.# 1^1, went a-playing. 1^2, ships sailing in. 2^1. into. 3^2. me up on. 6^2. withouten life. #B. a.# 26, 27, 28. _An_ it _has been written in as a conjectural emendation by Jamieson, ~he did it play, {it/he} playd~; and ~it~ is adopted by Jamieson in his printed copy: see below, #d# 26, 27, 28._ #b.# _The first stanza only, agreeing with #a# 1, is given by Anderson, Nichols's Illustrations, VII, 178._ #c.# _Evidently a copy of Mrs Brown's version, and in Scott's MS. it has the air, as all the Tytler-Brown ballads had. Still it has but twenty-three stanzas, whereas Dr Anderson gives fifty-eight lines as the extent of the Tytler-Brown copy of 'The Cruel Sister' (Nichols, Illus. Lit. Hist., VII, 178). This, counting the first stanza, with the burden, as four lines, according to the arrangement in Scott's MS., would tally exactly with the Jamieson-Brown MS., #B a#._ _It would seem that #B c# had been altered by somebody in order to remove the absurd combination of sea and mill-dam; the invitation to go see the ships come to land, #B a# 7, is omitted, and "~the deep mill-dam~" substituted, in 8, for "~yon sea-stran~." Stanza 17 of #c#, "~They raisd her~," etc., cited below, occurs in Pinkerton, #N# 20, and is more likely to be his than anybody's._ 2^1. brooch and ring. 2^2. abune a' thing. 3^1. wooed ... with glove and knife. 3^2. looed the second. 5^2. she well nigh brist. 7. _wanting._ 8^2. led her to the deep mill-dam. 9^2. Her cruel sister pushd her in. 11^2. And Ise mak ye. 12. _wanting._ 14^1. Shame fa the hand that I shall tak. 15^1. gowden hair. 15^2. gar ... maiden ever mair. 16. _wanting._ 17^1. Then out and cam. 17^2. swimming down. 18^1. O father, haste and draw. 19^1. his dam. 19^2. And then. (?) _Instead of 20-22_: They raisd her wi meikle dule and care, Pale was her cheek and green was her hair. 24^1. that corpse upon. 25^2. he's strung. 26^1, 27^1, 28^1, _for ~tune~, ~line~, if the copy be right._ 27^1. The next. 28^1. The last. 28^2. fause Ellen. "Note by Ritson. 'The fragment of a very different copy of this ballad has been communicated to J.R. by a friend at Dublin.'" [_J.C. Walker, no doubt._] #d.#