There are several other ballads of a trooper and a maid (Peggy). In ‘The Bonnie Lass o Fyvie,’ Christie, I, 276, Murison MS., p. 50, Kinloch MSS, VII, 339, Buchan MSS, II, 270, ‘Irish Dragoons,’ Motherwell’s MSS, p. 428, a captain falls in love with a Peggy and dies thereof; but in another copy, ‘Pretty Peggy,’ Gibb MS., No 13, p. 53, all is made to end well. A dragoon very constant and liberal to Peggy, and she very fond to him, are happily married in ‘The Dragoon and Peggy,’ Maidment, Scotish. Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 98, from a Glasgow copy of the date 1800. The first half of this ballad is found under the title of ‘The Laird of Kellary’ in Kinloch MSS, I, 359. In an English broadside which is perhaps of the first half of the seventeenth century, a married Peggy leaves her husband to follow a soldier over sea, but returns and is forgiven: ‘The Soldier and Peggy,’ Roxburghe collection, I, 370 (also Pepys, Euing, Douce), Chappell, The Roxburghe Ballads, II, 475. ‘Peggie is over the sie with the souldier’ is the title of a tune (No 95) in the Skene MSS, which date from the first quarter of the seventeenth century. A correspondent of C. K. Sharpe sent him one stanza of a Scottish ballad upon this theme: Peggie’s gane oer the seas, a’ dressed in red, An Peggie’s come back again, beggin her bread. The landladie looked wi the tail o her ee: ‘O foul fa ye, Peggie, for leaving o me.’ There is also a ballad of a valiant trooper and a pretty Peggy who, at first inconstant, turns out a loving wife, in Pepys, IV, 40, No 37. =A= is translated by Gerhard, p. 189. A 1 One evening as a maid did walk, The moon was shining clearly, She heard a trooper at the gates, She thought it was her dearie. She’s taen his horse then by the head, And led him to the stable, And gien to him baith corn and hay, To eat what he was able. Bonny lass, gin I come near you, Bonny lass, gin I come near you, I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel, Bonny lass, or eer I lea you. 2 She’s taen the trooper by the hand, And led him to the table, And furnishd him wi bread and cheese, To eat what he was able. She’s taen the wine-glass in her hand, Poured out the wine sae clearly; ‘Here is your health an mine,’ she cried, ‘And ye’re welcome hame, my deary! 3 ‘A glass o wine for gentlemen, And bonny lads for lasses, And bread and cheese for cavaliers, And corn and hay for asses.’ Then she went but and made his bed, She made it like a lady, And she coost aff her mankie gown, Says, Laddie, are you ready? 4 Then he coost aff his big watch-coat, But and his silken beaver, A pair o pistols frae his side, And he lay down beside her. ‘Bonny lassie, I am wi you now, Bonny lassie I am wi you, But I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel, Bonny lassie, ere I lea you.’