21==13, _nearly_. 26==16. 33, 34==23, 24, _nearly_. 38==17. _10 (nearly #B# 6: cf. #c# 15^1)._ Get up, get up Brackley, and turn back your kye, Or they’ll hae them to the Highlands, and you they’ll defy. _16 (nearly #B# 4: cf. #a# 14):_ She called on her maidens, and bade them come in: Tak a’ your rocks, lasses, we will them comman. _27 (nearly #B# 15: cf. #D# 12)._ Had he come one hour, _etc._ 28==#B# 16. 31^2==#B# 18^2 (#a# 40^2). She drank to the villain that killed her barrone. 32==#B# 19, _nearly_. Wae to you, Kate Fraser, sad may your heart be. #B.# 11^1. Keneeten _perhaps_: #b.# Reneatan. 12^1. They _for_ The. #C. a.# _Not divided, but roughly marked off into stanzas of four verses._ 6^2. frocks _for_ rocks. #b.# 1^1. Down Dee side came Inverey. 1^2. lighted at Brackley yates. 2^1. O are. 4^1. rise up, ye baron, and. 4^2. For the lads o Drumwharran are driving them bye. 5. ‘How can I rise, lady, or turn them again? Whareer I have ae man, I wat they hae ten.’ 6. ‘Then rise up, my lasses, tak rocks in your hand, And turn back the kye; I hae you at command. 7. ‘Gin I had a husband, as I hae nane, He wadna lye in his bower, see his kye tane.’ 8^1. got. _After 8_: Come kiss me then, Peggy, and gie me my speir; I ay was for peace, tho I never feard weir. 9^1. me then, Peggy. 9^2. I weel may gae out. 10^1. When Brakley was busked and rade oer the closs. 10^2. neer lap to a. _After 10_: When Brackley was mounted and rade oer the green, He was as bald a baron as ever was seen. 12^2. what is. 15^1. by Brackley yates, was. 16^1. by Brackley yates, I. 16^2. And I saw his Peggy a-making good cheer. _After 16_: The lady she feasted them, carried them ben; She laughd wi the men that her baron had slain. 17^1. on you: could you. 17^2. yates. 19^2. shoudna. “Poetical justice requires that I should subjoin the concluding stanza of the fragment, which could not be introduced into the text; as the reader cannot be displeased to learn that the unworthy spouse of the amiable, affectionate, and spirited baron of Brackley was treated by her unprincipled gallant as she deserved, and might have expected: Inverey spak a word, he spak it wrang; ‘My wife and my bairns will be thinking lang.’ ‘O wae fa ye, Inverey! ill mat ye die! First to kill Brackley, and then to slight me.’ #D.# _Title, 1^1, etc._ Breachell. _Perhaps miscopied by Skene from_ Breachlie; _and so_ Crigeran, _12^1, for_ Crigevar. 17^2. at thee. 204