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By my life and by my children's life, they cost me more than that. So sure as I stand here and well, come, gie's seven and six and they're yours. You can't afford more? Well, 'old up your apron, old gal. I'll make it up out of the rich. Here old Mrs. Shmendrik, Shosshi's mother, came up, a rich Paisley shawl over her head in lieu of a bonnet.
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun til dine:* But seas between us braid hae roar'd, Sin auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, etc. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, * For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, etc.
Sandy bloo oot the can'le; an' by a' the how-d'ye-does ever was heard tell o', you niver heard the marrow o' yon. Stumpie Mertin roared "Order! Feyre!" at the pitch o' his voice; an' the chairman was yowlin', "For ony sake, gie's a grip o' some o' your hands till I get oot o' this draw-wall, or I'm a deid man."
Gie's a haud o' yer han'. I bide i' that wee hoosie down at the brig, atween the dam and the Glamour, ye ken. Ye'll haud me aff o' the stanes?" "Ay will I." answered Annie confidently. "I could gang my lane, but I'm growin some auld noo, and I'm jist raither feared for fa'in'." "What garred ye think it was me I never spak till ye afore?" asked Annie, as they walked on together.
'Lordsake, man! hae ye gotten her again? Gie's a grup o' her! he cried, dropping leather and hammer. 'Na, na, returned Robert, retreating towards the outer door. 'Ye maun sweir upo' her that, whan I want her, I sall hae her ohn demur, or I sanna lat ye lay roset upo' her.
He broke down and sobbed a while. "And you Wullie and you! the only man friend iver I had!" He sought the dog's bloody paw with his right hand. "'An' here's a hand, my trusty fier, An gie's a hand o' thine; An' we'll tak' a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne." He sat there, muttering, and stroking the poor head upon his lap, bending over it, like a mother over a sick child.
I wrought late and early; but though I did my utmost, I couldna keep my bairns' teeth gaun. Many a time it has wrung my heart, when I hae heard them crying to their mother, clinging round her, and pulling at her apron, saying 'Mother, gie's a piece! Oh just a wee bite, mother! "'O my darlings, she used to say to them, 'dinna ask me for bread the noo.
Farfrae came on with one hand in his pocket, and humming a tune in a way which told that the words were most in his mind. They were those of the song he had sung when he arrived years before at the Three Mariners, a poor young man, adventuring for life and fortune, and scarcely knowing witherward: "And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine."
"There's a bonnie lassie that has bricht een, and there's a wee man in a braw coat, and a big man in a pouthered wig, and there's the shadow of the wuddy, joe, that lies braid across your path. Gie's your loof, hinny, and let Auld Merren spae it to ye bonny."
When he had ended the tale of what had come to his knowledge, and how it had come, and paused: "Gie's a grup o' yer han', my lord," said Blue Peter, "an' may God haud ye lang in life an' honour to reule ower us. Noo, gien ye please, what are ye gauin' to du?" "Tell ye me, Peter, what ye think I oucht to du."
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