El libro de baladas británicas . illed él abiertamente, Soe que su hermano doliente neverhad una palabra de él, aunque le rogó con muchas teares. En este, o algún tipo infeliz incidente, sin duda la balada originó. Una copia,diferente que conservados por el Sr. Motherwell, fue publicada en el PopularBallads y canciones recogidas por Jamieson, quien afirma que tuvo que bajar a partir de la Sra. Arrott therecitation; pero encontrar la tercera estrofa imperfecta, agregó a itfour líneas, dar una lectura de la historia fuera de armonía con la verdad. Su addedlines son - y nane estaba cerca a parte las luchas que

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The book of British ballads . illed him outright, soe that his sorrowful brother neverhad one word from him, albeit he begged it with many teares. In this, or some such unhappy incident, no doubt the ballad originated. A copy,different from that preserved by Mr. Motherwell, was published in the PopularBallads and Songs collected by Jamieson, who states that he took it down from therecitation of Mrs. Arrott; but finding the third stanza imperfect, he added to itfour lines, which give a reading to the story out of harmony with truth. His addedlines are — And nane was near to part the strife That raise atween them tway,Till out and Willies drawn the sword,And did his brother slay. In Jamiesons version, it is not the mother who discovers the blood of the dead uponthe brow of the living brother, but a true love, who exclaims — When every lady looks for her love,I neer need look for mine. And in this ballad the dying youth thus addresses his unhappy brother, who hadbeen vainly striving to stop his bluidy wounds: —. Ye 11 lift me up upon your back, Tak me to Kirkland fair ;Ye 11 mak my greaf baith braid and lang, And lay my body there. Ye 11 lay my arrows at my head, My bent bow at my feet;My sword and buckler at my side, As I was wont to sleep. When ye gae hame to your father,Hell speer for his son John: — Say, ye left him unto Kirkland fair,Learning the school alone. When ye gae hame to my sister,She 11 speer for her brother John; Ye 11 say ye left him in Kirkland fair,The green grass growing aboon. Whan ye gae hame to my true love, Shell speer for her Lord John ; —Ye11 say ye left him in Kirkland fair, But hame ye fear hell never come. The version furnished by Mr. Motherwell is far more touching and more true; andpreserves the ballad from injury in its most prominent and impressive features: —thesorrow and remorse of the wretched survivor, and the generous and forgiving spiritof the youth who, in his dying agony, thinks only of screening the reputation of hi