_Burden._ #b.# I the brave night sae early:

#d.# I (_or_ O) the life o the one, the randy.

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2^1. #c.# years that tide; that tide _is written over_ of age _in_ #a#.

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#c.# best of tho. of tho _is written over_ o them a _in_ #a#.

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#c.# Now Earl Brand. Now _in the margin of_ #a#.

#c.# carl that wears, carl ... wears _written over_ man ... has _in_ #a#.

10. #b.# O lady fair, I'll no do that, I'll pay him penny, let him be jobbing at.

#c.# My own lady fair, I'll not do that, I'll pay him his fee

13. #b.# She is my sick sister, Which I newly brought from Winchester.

#c.# For she is, I trow, my sick sister, Whom I have been bringing fra Winchester.

15^2. #b, c.# What makes her wear the gold sae high.

16^1. #c.# When came the carl to the lady's yett.

#d.# She's out with the fair maids playing at the ball.

19. #c.# I met her far beyond the lea With the young Earl Brand, his leman to be:

_In ~a lea~ is written over ~moor~, and ~With the young~, etc., stands as a "correction."_

20. #b.# Her father, _etc._, And they have riden after them.

#c.# Her father of his best men armed fifteen, And they're ridden after them bidene.

21^1. #b, c.# The lady looket [looked] over [owre] her left shoulder then.

22^1. #b, c.# If they come on me one by one,

22^2. #b.# Ye may stand by and see them fall.

#c.# You may stand by till the fights be done.

23^2. #d.# Then you will see me the sooner fall.

24. #c.# They came upon him one by one, Till fourteen battles he has won. And fourteen men he has them slain, Each after each upon the plain.

25. #c.# But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and a deadly wound.

26. #c.# Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed.

#c.# And there they lighted to wash his wound.

#c.# It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood.

#c.# So faint and feebly he rapped thereat.

30^1. #b.# O my son's slain and cut down.

#c.# O my son's slain, he is falling to swoon.

32. #b.# ... death of only one, But it's been the death of fair seventeen.

To a maiden true he'll give his hand, To the king's daughter o fair England, To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand.

3. _A stanza resembling this is found in Beaumont and Fletcher's 'Knight of the Burning Pestle' (1611), Dyce, II, 172, but may belong to some other ballad, as_ 'The Knight and Shepherd's Daughter:'