4^{3,4}. Or ere the morning’s clear daylight I’ll no leave a standing. _After 4_: I wadna come doon, great Argyle, she cried, I wadna kiss thee fairly, I wadna come doon, false Argyle, she cried, Though you shouldna leave a standing stane in Airly. 5–7. _Wanting._ 8. But were my ain guid lord at hame, As he is noo wi Charlie, The base Argyle and a his men Durstna enter the bonny house o Airly. 9. _Wanting._ 10^1. O I hae seven bonny sons, she said. 10^2. And the youngest has neer seen. 10^3. had ane as mony mae. 10^4. They’d a’ be followers o Charlie. _After 10 this spurious stanza_: Then Argyle and his men attacked the bonny ha, And O but they plundered it fairly! In spite o the tears the lady let fa, They burnt doon the bonny house o Airly. #g.# 1^2. When the flowers were blooming rarely. 2^2. An hundred men and mairly. 2^4. the b. h. of A. 3^1. The lady lookd oer her w. 3^2. she sighd sairly. 4^3. No, I winna kiss thee. 4^4. Though ye. 5^1. by the middle sae sma. 5^2. Says _wanting_: Lady where is your. 5^{3,4}. It’s up and down by the bonny burn-side, Amang the plantings o Airly. 6^2. it late and early. 6^3. under the bonny palm-tree. 6^4. That stands i. _After 6 (cf. #A d#, #C# 5):_ A favour I ask of thee, Argyle, If ye will grant it fairly; O dinna turn me wi my face To see the destruction of Airly! _The remainder of #g# is taken from #C b#, with two or three slight variations._ #h.# 8. An my gude lord had been at hame, As he’s awa wi Charlie, There durstna a gleyd duke in a’ Argyle Set a coal to the bonnie house o Airlie. #B.# 5^1, 8^1. Oh. #C. b.# _No reliance can be placed upon the genuineness of this copy, and a particular collation is not required._ 1^{1,2}. It fell in about the Martinmas time, An the leaves were fa’ing early. 4. _Two stanzas, much as in #A b#, #f#._ 5. But take me by the milk-white hand, An lead me down right hoolie, An set me in a dowie, dowie glen, That I mauna see the fall o Airly. 6. He has taen her by the shouther-blade An thurst her down afore him, Syne set her upon a bonnie knowe-tap, Bad her look at Airly fa’ing. _Here follows a stanza (6) not found elsewhere, no doubt Cunningham’s_: Haste! bring to me a cup o gude wine, As red as ony cherrie; I’ll tauk the cup, an sip it up; Here’s a health to bonnie Prince Charlie! 7, 8. _Wanting: found only in #a#._ 9. _Nearly #e#, #f#, 8._ 10^1. I hae born me eleven braw sons. _A concluding stanza may be assigned to Cunningham._