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"Anywhere nowhere everywhere; to 'all the airts the wind can blaw." It was a clear, bright morning, with a light, keen frost. On looking out, Glory saw that flags were flying on the public buildings. "Why, what's going on?" she said. "Don't you know? It's the ninth of November Lord Mayor's Day." She laughed merrily. "A good omen. I'm the female Dick Whittington! Here goes for it!
If aye he wanted her when she was here at hame and safe and sensible, the Morrison o' the Morrisons had only to reach his hand to her and say, 'Coom, lass! But noo that she is back wi' head high and notions alaft, he'd no accept her! She's nowt but a draft signed by Sham o' Shoddy and sent through the Bank o' Brag and Blaw! No! He'd no' accept her! And now back wi' ye to yer tickety-tack!
'The Esk was swollen sae red an' sae deep, But shouther to shouther the brave lads keep; Twa thousand swam owre to fell English ground, An' danced themselves dry to the pibroch's sound. Dumfounder'd the English saw, they saw, Dumfounder'd they heard the blaw, the blaw, Dumfounder'd they a' ran awa', awa', Frae the hundred pipers an' a', an' a'!
Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'." "Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there.
"I laughed at her ignorance, and says I, 'I warrant I could blaw it, "'I dinna believe you, says she. "'Gie me haud o't, says I, and she gae it to me, and I blew some bonny blasts on't. Ay, you see she didna ken the way o't. 'Thank you kindly, says she, and she ran awa without even minding to take the horn back again." "You incredible idiot!" cried the sheriff.
"No," says you; "if I AM remarkabble for anythink, it's for my study and delineation of character; THAT is presizely the pint to which my littery purshuits have led me." Have you read "Jil Blaw," my dear sir? Have you pirouzed that exlent tragady, the "Critic?" There's something so like this in Sir Fretful Plaguy, and the Archbishop of Granadiers, that I'm blest if I can't laff till my sides ake.
This doesn't injure the verse, you see, as blaw and snaw rhyme just as well as blow and snow, beside bringing tears to the common eye with their poetic associations. Similarly, if we had daughter and slaughter, we were to write them dochter and slauchter, substituting in all cases doon, froon, goon, and toon, for down, frown gown, and town.
Bang went the Bonnie Annie; away went door and posts; and the lintel came down on Alec's shoulders. But I will now tell how the night had passed with Tibbie and Annie. Tibbie's moaning grew gentler and less frequent, and both fell into a troubled slumber. From this Annie awoke at the sound of Tibbie's voice. She was talking in her dream. Lat the win' blaw, lads.
'Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a', We'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw, Wi' a hundred pipers an' a', an' a'! Susanna ushered in Mr. Macdonald and Dr.
It couldna blaw the ash aff a ceegarette. I'm rael sorry 'I would like to inspect the apartments you live in. Pray conduct me 'Some o' the chaps is cleanin' theirsel's. If ye like, I'll tell them to hurry up or get ablow the blankets. 'Certainly not! said Mrs. Purdie with decision. 'Is there no tea-room adjacent? 'Jist the canteen.
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