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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Punch!" said he, catching that generous sound as he entered the parlour, "the deil a drap punch ye'se get here the day, Monkbarns, and that ye may lay your account wi'." "What do you mean, you impudent rascal?" "Ay, ay, it's nae matter for that but do you mind the trick ye served me the last time ye were here!" "I trick you!" "Ay, just yoursell, Monkbarns.
"Ye maun ken I was at the shirra's the day; for, God help me, I gang about a' gates like the troubled spirit; and wha suld come whirling there in a post-chaise, but Monkbarns in an unco carfuffle now, it's no a little thing that will make his honour take a chaise and post-horse twa days rinnin'." "Well, well; but what is all this to me?" "Ou, ye'se hear, ye'se hear.
The robin cam to the wren's nest, And keekit in, and keekit in: O weel's me on your auld pow! Wad ye be in, wad ye be in? Ye'se ne'er get leave to lie without, And I within, and I within, As lang's I hae an auld clout, To row ye in, to row ye in.
"An' wha' dae they ca' yirsel'?" I asked. "Tam Airmstrang-anither Tam, ye ken. An' whaur ye frae? Wha' pairt o' the kintra was ye born in syne?" A boggy-looking place for a man to carry his integrity safely across; however, I replied, "Ye'se aiblins be acquent wi' yon auld sang: Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braff, That wander through the bloomin' heather. Aweel, A was born on the braes o' Yarra.
"Punch!" said he, catching that generous sound as he entered the parlour, "the deil a drap punch ye'se get here the day, Monkbarns, and that ye may lay your account wi'." "What do you mean, you impudent rascal?" "Ay, ay, it's nae matter for that but do you mind the trick ye served me the last time ye were here!" "I trick you!" "Ay, just yoursell, Monkbarns.
"Ah!" said the beggar, shaking his head, "I doubt the bird's flown that laid thae golden eggs for I winna ca' her goose, though that's the gait it stands in the story-buick But I'll keep my day, Monkbarns; ye'se no loss a penny by me And troth I wad fain be out again, now the weather's fine and then I hae the best chance o' hearing the first news o' my friends."
"Ah!" said the beggar, shaking his head, "I doubt the bird's flown that laid thae golden eggs for I winna ca' her goose, though that's the gait it stands in the story-buick But I'll keep my day, Monkbarns; ye'se no loss a penny by me And troth I wad fain be out again, now the weather's fine and then I hae the best chance o' hearing the first news o' my friends."
"Ye maun ken I was at the shirra's the day; for, God help me, I gang about a' gates like the troubled spirit; and wha suld come whirling there in a post-chaise, but Monkbarns in an unco carfuffle now, it's no a little thing that will make his honour take a chaise and post-horse twa days rinnin'." "Well, well; but what is all this to me?" "Ou, ye'se hear, ye'se hear.
Air ye no feart ye'se aiblins see yon day gin ye 'se thole waur fare nir a wamefu' o' gude brose? Heh!" "Eatee lice in China," replied the gardener, with national pride. "Plenty lice good cookee welly ni'." "By gummies! Hi seed the time Hi'd 'a' stopped yer jorrin', Dave!" said a quavering voice, dominating some argument at the other end of the table.
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