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As long as we lie here we're safe; but I'm nane sae muckle nearer to my ship or the coast of France. And as soon as we stand up and signal the brig, it's another matter. For where will your gentry be, think ye?" "Maybe they're no' come yet," said I. "And even if they are, there's one clear matter in our favour. They'll be all arranged to take us, that's true.
Stoddart, its loyal minstrel. "Dearer than all these to me," he says about our other valleys, "is sylvan Tweed." Let ither anglers choose their ain, And ither waters tak' the lead O' Hieland streams we covet nane, But gie to us the bonny Tweed; And gie to us the cheerfu' burn, That steals into its valley fair, The streamlets that, at ilka turn, Sae saftly meet and mingle there.
'Did you speak to him, or ask him if he knew anything about her? 'No' me; it's nane o' my business to meddle; but maybe I wad ask him if I had a chance, said Teen, with a peculiar pressure of the lips. 'Who is he, Teen? Do you know his name? 'Ay, fine that; but it wad dae nae guid to say, replied Teen guardedly. 'I dinna think he had onything to dae wi' her gaun away, onyway.
Some got a hurt, and some got nane, Some had harness, and some got staen."
'I'll gie ye the start o' me up to yon stane wi' the heather growin oot o' the tap o' 't. 'Na, na; I'll hae nane o' that! answered Francis. 'Fairplay to a'! 'Ye'd better tak it! 'Aff wi' ye, or I winna rin at a'! cried the boy, and away they went.
Listen?" and he threw the passion and fervor of all his military instincts into the glowing words which told, how in a storm of fire and shot, Sir Colin and his Highland regiment had pushed up the hill; and how when the Life Guards were struggling to reach their side, the brave old commander turned round and shouted, "We'll hae nane but Hieland bonnets here!"
"Whan bells were rung, and mass was sung, And every lady went hame, Than ilka lady had her yong sonne, But Lady Helen had nane." Old Ballad. "I have come home, Mother!" It was Constance who spoke, standing in the hall at Cardiff, wrapped in the arms of the Dowager Lady Le Despenser. And in every sense, from the lightest to the deepest, the words were true. The wanderer had come home.
She took the coat and brushed it in a lethargy, with odd, unintelligible chanting. "Nane o' your warlock canticles!" cried Mungo. "Ye gied the lassie to the man that cam' withouten boots sorrow be on the bargain! And if it's cast-in' a spell on the coat ye are, I'll raither clean't mysel'." With that he seized the garment from her and lustily applied himself.
The Guards and Highlanders strove in friendly emulation who should be first in the Russian redoubt; but Sir Colin, well ahead of his own men was first in the battery shouting: "We'll hae nane but Highland bonnets here!" and his troops rushed in after him like lions.
"Babbie, Babbie," exclaimed Nanny, with spirit, "may I never be so far left to mysel' as to change my kirk just because I like another minister better! It's easy seen, lassie, that you ken little o' religious questions." "Very little," Babbie admitted, sadly. "But dinna ba so waeful about it," the old woman continued, kindly, "for that's no nane like you. Ay, and if you see muckle mair o' Mr.
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