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Seite 174 - Awa, awa, ye ugly witch ! Haud far awa, and lat me be ; For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth For a' the gifts that ye cou'd gie." She's turned her richt and round about, And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn ; And she sware by the moon and the stars aboon, That she'd gar me rue the day I was born. Then out has she ta'en a silver wand, And she's...
Seite 110 - When the porter came his lord before, He kneeled down low on his knee: "What aileth thee, my proud porter, Thou art so full of courtesie?" "I've been porter at your gates, It's thirty long years now and three; But there stands a lady at them now, The like o...
Seite 277 - Since if my plaints serve not to approve The conquest of thy beauty, It comes not from defect of love, But from excess of duty. For knowing that I sue to serve A saint of such perfection, As all desire, but none deserve, . A place in her affection, I rather choose to want relief Than venture the revealing; Where glory recommends the grief, Despair distrusts the healing.
Seite 158 - The rest they did quack an' roar ; He slew the rest around the room, And ask'd if there were any more. " Come, cover the table," said Willie Wallace, ': Come, cover the table now, make haste ; For it will soon be three lang days Sin I a bit o
Seite 109 - I wish I were in my own countrie." And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, That with her love she brake so free ; Says, " Gi'e him that, ye proud porter, And bid the bridegroom speak to me.
Seite 260 - Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning ; Their ovens they with baked meats choke, And all their spits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie ; And if for cold it hap to die, We'll bury't in a Christmas pie, And evermore be merry.
Seite 338 - And dress'd mysel' fu' braw ; 1 trow my heart was dowf and wae, When Jamie gaed awa : But weel may the boatie row, And lucky be her part ; And lightsome be the lassie's care That yields an honest heart ! When Sawnie...