7 'And ye maun dry it upon a thorn That never budded sin Adam was born.' 8 'Now sin ye've askd some things o me, It's right I ask as mony o thee. 9 'My father he askd me an acre o land, Between the saut sea and the strand. 10 'And ye maun plow 't wi your blawing horn, And ye maun saw 't wi pepper corn. 11 'And ye maun harrow 't wi a single tyne, And ye maun shear 't wi a sheep's shank bane. 12 'And ye maun big it in the sea, And bring the stathle dry to me. 13 'And ye maun barn 't in yon mouse hole, And ye maun thrash 't in your shee sole. 14 'And ye maun sack it in your gluve, And ye maun winno 't in your leuve. 15 'And ye maun dry 't without candle or coal, And grind it without quirn or mill. 16 'Ye'll big a cart o stane and lime, Gar Robin Redbreast trail it syne. 17 'When ye've dune, and finishd your wark, Ye'll come to me, luve, and get your sark.' E Motherwell's MS., p. 492. 1 The Elfin Knight sits on yon hill, Ba ba lilly ba Blowing his horn loud and shill. And the wind has blawn my plaid awa 2 'I love to hear that horn blaw; I wish him [here] owns it and a'.' 3 That word it was no sooner spoken, Than Elfin Knight in her arms was gotten. 4 'You must mak to me a sark, Without threed, sheers or needle wark.' F Kinloch MSS, I, 75. From Mary Barr. 1 'Did ye ever travel twist Berwick and Lyne? Sober and grave grows merry in time There ye'll meet wi a handsome young dame, Ance she was a true love o mine. 2 'Tell her to sew me a holland sark, And sew it all without needle-wark: And syne we'll be true lovers again. 3 'Tell her to wash it at yon spring-well, Where neer wind blew, nor yet rain fell. 4 'Tell her to dry it on yon hawthorn, That neer sprang up sin Adam was born. 5 'Tell her to iron it wi a hot iron, And plait it a' in ae plait round.' 6 'Did ye ever travel twixt Berwick and Lyne? There ye'll meet wi a handsome young man, Ance he was a true lover o mine. 7 'Tell him to plough me an acre o land Betwixt the sea-side hot and the sea-sand, And syne we'll be true lovers again. 8 'Tell him to saw it wi ae peck o corn, And harrow it a' wi ae harrow tine. 9 'Tell him to shear it wi ae hook-tooth, And carry it hame just into his loof. 10 'Tell him to stack it in yon mouse-hole, And thrash it a' just wi his shoe-sole. 11 'Tell him to dry it on yon ribless kiln, And grind it a' in yon waterless miln. 12 Tell this young man, whan he's finished his wark, He may come to me, and hese get his sark.' G Gammer Gurten's Garland, p. 3, ed. 1810.