18^1. are southering. 19^2. Which are. 20^1. So _wanting_. 20^4. but _wanting_. 21^2. fair _for_ she. 21^3. Calling unto his. 22^4. lord burned. 23^2. come to. 23^4. would not: _no_ &c. 24^4. sit: _no_ &c. 25^2. O _wanting_. 25^4. I wat _wanting_. 26^1. _One_ alas _wanting._ 26^2. heart’s easy wan. 26^4. And, well _wanting_. _Some readings of #b# are preferable, as in 6^2, 18^1, 21^3, 22^4; others also, which may be editorial improvements._ #B.# 16. “This is another stanza which I afterwards received.” #C.# 4^1. _A small stroke between_ out _and_ it. * * * * * APPENDIX #A# 26 And aft she cried, ‘Ohon! alas! alas! A sair heart’s ill to win; I wan a sair heart when I married him, And the day it’s well returned again.’ My friend the late Mr Norval Clyne thought that this obscure stanza might perhaps be cleared up by the following verses, communicated to him in 1873 by the Rev. George Sutherland, Episcopal clergyman at Tillymorgan, Aberdeenshire. YOUNG TOLQUHON Word has come to Young Tolquhon, In his chamber where he lay, That Sophia Hay, his first fair love, Was wedded and away. ‘Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay, My love, Sophia Hay, I wish her anes as sair a heart As she’s gien me the day. ‘She thinks she has done me great wrang, But I don’t think it so; I hope to live in quietness When she shall live in woe. ‘She’ll live a discontented life Since she is gone from me; Ower seen, ower seen, a wood o green Will shortly cover me. ‘When I am dead and in my grave, Cause write upon me so: “Here lies a lad who died for love, And who can blame my woe.”’