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(Secondary form, Child, No. 188)
This is a garbled text which has something in common with Child texts of "Archie o' Cawfield" (III, 484-495), but is most similar to B, printed from the Glenriddell manuscripts, XI, 14, 1791 (Child, III, 494). Compare Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the, Scottish Border (1802), I, 177-182, and (1833) Hf 116. For recent comment see Barry, Eckstorm, and Smyth, pp. 393-400.
Mr. John Laidlaw of Ypsilanti sang the present version in 1916, the night before he died It is transcribed from a copy made at that tame partly by Mr. Laidlaw and pardy by his wife. Purely accidental errors in spelling have been corrected.
I heard three brithers resonen,
And I did hearken to what they did say.
The tane to the other did say,
"Alack an a merry we need na be,
For the night it's ma bnther's lyke-wake night,
And the morn it is his day to dee."
Then up spak mettled Jack Hall, The luve oŁ Tavidale ha' was he a', "It's fow paw thee and they trade baith That canna beat a good fellow in his misteen.
"It's ye'U get eleven men to yeseF And aye the twalt man I wad be." Sae a' the night the twal men rode, An a' til they were a-wearie.
An then they came to the wan water, An it was gan like any sea. There was a smith lived there, Had lived for thirty years and three,
Had never seen riders sae armed,
No never in a' his life sae hastten.
"I hae a crown in my packet," says noble Dickie,
"An I will gie it every groat
Will shoe this little black: mare o' mine."

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