corpse-claith

Updated: May 2, 2025

And noo she canna even steek thae black, black e'en, nor wind the corpse-claith aboot yon comely limbs sae straight and bonny as they were I hae straiked and kissed sae oft and oft. O wae's me wae's me! What will I do withoot my bonny laddies!" It was with the sound of his mother's lament still in his ears that Sholto rode sadly over the hill to Thrieve.

S. R. (Samuel Rutherford) Crockett - The Black Douglas