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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Gude be about us, sir, ye hae gotten scaith; the blighting blink o' an ill e'e has lighted upon you. O, sir; O, sir! tak tent o' yoursel!"
"Then when they cam' to lay hands on me, and I aye keepit on saying ower and ower to mysel' as if it were a lesson, 'The big yin's nose, and your e'e, and the ither chap's jaw! They could see my knuckles clenched middlin' firm and so they stoppit to think about it. There was nae crowdin' to be first! Na, fegs!
'The first word that Sir Patrick read, Fu' loud, loud laughed he: The neist word that Sir Patrick read, The tear blinded his e'e. These conflicting emotions successfully simulated, Sir Patrick resumed: "O wha is he has done this deed, And tauld the King o' me, To send us out, at this time o' the year, To sail upon the sea?"
"The little one makes much the best figure on the box!" John Strong would say to himself. "If life were all driving, now but "Weel I ken my ain lassie; Kind love is in her e'e!" But in the twilight came Margaret's hour of comfort.
There I lay tremblin' in every limb, and sayin' as mony prayers as I could mind, wi' my e'e still peepin' through the keek-hole, and' fixed upon the door o' the general's room. I heard the rattle o' the handle presently, and the door swung slowly open.
'She maun hae a straucht e'e for a guid beast! returned Kirsty, with a second glance at the pony. 'He's a bonny cratur and a willin, answered the youth. 'He'll gang skelp throuw onything watter onygait; I'm no sae sure aboot fire. A long silence followed, broken this time by the youth. 'Winna ye gie me luik nor word, and me ridden like mad to hae a sicht o' ye? he said. She glanced up at him.
"I tell e'e what, John Dump," said the other fellow, who had hitherto preserved silence, "I don't know whether you talkin' o' Jack Sheppard has put him into my head or not; but I once had him pointed out to me, and if that were him as I seed then, he's just now ridden past us, and put up at the Six Bells." "The deuce he has!" cried Dump.
"In a cauld how, far amo' the hills, whaur the winter was a sair thing, there leevit an honest couple, a man 'at had a gey lot o' sheep, an' his wife fowk weel aff in respec' o' this warl's gear, an' luikit up til amo' the neebours, but no to be envyed, seein' they had lost a' haill bonny faimily, ane efter the ither, till there was na ane left i' the hoose but jist ae laddie, the bonniest an' the best o' a', an' as a maitter o' coorse, the verra aipple o' their e'e.
'While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks i' the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e Ye shall be my Dearie! 'Oh, mother, mother! cried one boy after another, as they clustered round her, 'indeed we are happy now, since you are the "lady." 'We didn't rightly understand at first, continued Jasper.
This was the sunshine of their love; but the storms were already gathering in the distance. "The sigh that lifts her breastie comes. Like sad winds frae the sea, Wi' sic a dreary sough, as wad Bring tears into yer e'e."
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