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"Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle, And listen, great and sma', And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl That fought on the red Harlaw. "The cronach's cried on Bennachie, And doun the Don and a', And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be For the sair field of Harlaw. I dinna mind the neist verse weel my memory's failed, and theres unco thoughts come ower me God keep us frae temptation!"
"Now what wouldst thou do, good my squire, That rides beside my rein, Wert thou Glenallan's earl to-day, And I were Roland Cheyne? My horse should ride through their ranks sae rude, As he would through the moorland fern, And ne'er let the gentle Norman bluid Grow cauld for the Highland kerne." Old Dan Tucker, or the Spectre Horseman, never clamored more loudly for admittance.
Edie had now recollection enough to perceive, that if he did not interrupt the frankness of Lord Glenallan's admissions, he was likely to become the confidant of more than might be safe for him to know.
Her voice rose and became more animated as she recited the warlike counsel of her ancestor "Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide, And ye were Roland Cheyne, The spur should be in my horse's side, And the bridle upon his mane. "If they hae twenty thousand blades, And we twice ten times ten, Yet they hae but their tartan plaids, And we are mail-clad men.
"It will be a pleasure to neither of us," said the Earl, sternly, "yet she shall be gratified. She lives, I think, on the sea-shore to the southward of Fairport?" "Just between Monkbarns and Knockwinnock Castle, but nearer to Monkbarns. Your lordship's honour will ken the laird and Sir Arthur, doubtless?" A stare, as if he did not comprehend the question, was Lord Glenallan's answer.
Edie had now recollection enough to perceive, that if he did not interrupt the frankness of Lord Glenallan's admissions, he was likely to become the confidant of more than might be safe for him to know.
"And whom or what do you intend to hit now, that you are lugging with you that leathern magazine there, marked Gunpowder?" "I must be prepared for Lord Glenallan's moors on the twelfth, sir," said M'Intyre. "Ah, Hector! thy great chasse, as the French call it, would take place best Omne cum Proteus pecus agitaret altos Visere montes
Miss M'Intyre alone, from the natural politeness and unpretending simplicity of her manners, appeared to belong to that class of society to which he had been accustomed in his earlier and better days. Nor did Lord Glenallan's deportment less surprise the company.
But the panegyric was cut short, for Oldbuck and his nephew deposited themselves in the Fairport hack, which, with one horse trotting, and the other urged to a canter, creaked, jingled, and hobbled towards that celebrated seaport, in a manner that formed a strong contrast to the rapidity and smoothness with which Lord Glenallan's equipage had seemed to vanish from their eyes. Yes!
But don't let the faults of my head fall on my heart I would not part with a Cordery that belonged to an old friend, to get a set of horses like Lord Glenallan's." "I don't think you would, lad I don't think you would," said his softening relative.
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