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I believe 't wi' a' my heart, my bonny man. 'Weel, and that's a' richt! But ye maunna ca' me yer bonny man, Kirsty; for there's but ae bonny man, and we 're a' brithers and sisters. He said it himsel! 'That's verra true, Steenie; but whiles ye're sae like him I canna help ca'in ye by his name. 'Dinna du't again, Kirsty. I canna bide it. I'm no bonny!
Wae worth ye, Robin Telfer: ye think yersel' hardly used. Say, have your brithers softer beds than yours? Is your ain father served with larger potatoes or creamier buttermilk? Whose mither sae kind as yours, ungrateful chiel? Gae to Elfland, Wild Robin; and dool and wae follow ye! dool and wae follow ye!"
"Aye, me leddy, and with the freer conscience that I ken weel his lairdship the airl would approve. Ye ken, me leddy, there were but twa brithers; Laird Vincent and the Honorable Kenneth Dugald?" "I am aware of that." "Aweel they were in Paris tegither and fell in somewhere with this quean." "This what?" "This player-bodie, me leddy; who afterwards put the glamour over Mr.
The ae thing 'at spites me is, 'at the verra fowk 'at was the first to spread yer ill report, 'ill be the first to wuss ye weel whan the trowth's kent ay, an they 'll persuaud their verra sel's 'at they stuck up for ye like born brithers." "There maun be some jeedgement upo' leein'!"
A' seemed rawsy for the wee boy, but yin day, accused o' the mairder o' the butler an' the bairglary of his brithers' troosers, he rin frae hame, crossin' to Ameriky, wheer he foon' employment wi' a rancher as coo-boy. Whilst there, his naturally adventurous speerit brocht him into contact wi' Alkali Pete the Road-Agent ye ken the feller that haulds oop the Deadville stage?"
"It's comin' yet for a' that, That man to man the world o'er Shall brithers be for a' that." One other general characteristic of the lyric mood needs to be emphasized, namely, its genuineness. It is impossible to feign "the lyric gush, And the wing-power, and the rush Of the air."
"He's never been cawed to the swine yet. Nor he sudna be, sae lang's I had a saxpence to halve wi' him." "Ye're no richt, frien', there. The suner a prodigal comes to the swine the better!" "Ay; that's what you richteous elder brithers think. I ken that weel eneuch." "Mr Cupples, I'm nae elder brither i' that sense. God kens I wad gang oot to lat him in."
Jamie wad be the last, but brithers may love and yet be thinking far apairt. The best friend I hae in the warld is a sodger, but I'm thinking I hae lost the knack o' fechting. When you lose the taste you lose the knack." "I's fearing," said Thomas, "that he's lost the taste o' releegion!" "Eh," exclaimed Jenny Barrow, "but he's a bonny big man!
'Theer's my grandfeyther, said 'Lias, almost in a whisper, 'an owd Needham an his two brithers, an yoong Jack Needham's woife her as losst her babby an yoong lads an lasses fro Clough End, childer awmost, and t' coonstable, an Passon Maine Ay ay yo've doon it! Yo've doon it! She'll mak naw moor mischeef neets she's gay quiet now! T' watter's got her fasst enough!
There's a colour and shine in the curl that minds me of the lights I can see in the old copper kettle when my mither has it scoured and hung up on the nail; but his hair is plain brown. 'He's a graun' figure of a man! cried the blithe maid, ever sympathetic. 'Tuts! What are ye saying, Jeanie! He's no' a great size at all; the shortest of my brithers is bigger than him!
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