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Here she looked up and smiled. "It's a strange thing now I hae spoke mair gude words to you in ten minutes, than I wad speak to my mother in as mony years it's no that I dinna think on them and whiles they are just at my tongue's end, but then comes the devil, and brushes my lips with his black wing, and lays his broad black loof on my mouth for a black loof it is, Jeanie and sweeps away a' my gude thoughts, and dits up my gude words, and pits a wheen fule sangs and idle vanities in their place."
Here she looked up and smiled. "It's a strange thing now I hae spoke mair gude words to you in ten minutes, than I wad speak to my mother in as mony years it's no that I dinna think on them and whiles they are just at my tongue's end, but then comes the devil, and brushes my lips with his black wing, and lays his broad black loof on my mouth for a black loof it is, Jeanie and sweeps away a' my gude thoughts, and dits up my gude words, and pits a wheen fule sangs and idle vanities in their place."
"The wards! yes! them's the warst of a!" said Mrs. McNab, expanding her nostrils with a snort of contempt. "They bear na resemblance whatever to the Psalms o' David. I should as soon think o' singing the' sangs o' Robby Burns at a relegious service as them blasphemous things". "Oh! Aunt Patty, you are wrong. He sings beautiful hymns, and he tells these people just what they need.
"Hout tout, leddies," cried Mrs. Mailsetter, "ye're clean wrang It's a line out o' ane o' his sailors' sangs that I have heard him sing, about being true like the needle to the pole." "Weel, weel, I wish it may be sae," said the charitable Dame Heukbane, "but it disna look weel for a lassie like her to keep up a correspondence wi' ane o' the king's officers." "I'm no denying that," said Mrs.
"And what kind o' sangs do ye like?" the clergyman asked, instead of replying. "I like them best that gar ye greit, sir." At every answer, she looked up in his face with her open clear blue eyes. And the minister began to love her not merely because she was a child, but because she was this child. "Do ye sing them?" he asked, after a little pause of pleased gazing into the face of the child.
For ye see, Lord, kennin' a' thing as ye dee, 'at until I hae a drap i' my skin, I canna even think; I canna min' the sangs I used to sing, or the prayers my mither learnt me sittin' upo' her lap. O God, what garred ye mak things 'at wad mak whusky, whan ye kenned it wad mak sic a beast o' me?"
Geordie, who had been listening somewhat indifferently, encouraged me, however, by saying, 'She's just pittin' aff time with thae feckless sangs; man, there's nae grup till them. But when, after a few minutes' pause, she began 'My Ain Fireside, Geordie gave a sigh of satisfaction.
The conditions were most primitive, and his room was only eight feet long and five feet wide, but he possessed much of her Spartan spirit. Although ignorant of the native language he was of great assistance to her during his stay, while his humour and irresistible laugh lightened many a weary day. As he worked he sang "auld Scots sangs," like the "Rowan Tree" and "The Auld Hoose."
Hast no done mischief enow already, wi' thy murders and thy witcherings?" "Oh, Jeanie Deans Jeanie Deans!" exclaimed the poor maniac, "save my mother, and I will take ye to the Interpreter's house again, and I will teach ye a' my bonny sangs, and I will tell ye what came o' the." The rest of her entreaties were drowned in the shouts of the rabble.
"I'm naething but a raw recruit, my leddy; but gien I hed my chice, I wad be piper to my reg'ment." "How do you mean?" "I wad mak sangs. Dinna lauch at me, my leddy, for they're the best kin' o' wapon for the wark 'at I ken.
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