...not couch on the hearthstane at Zllangowan — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram— what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there,...and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your ringer — yes — there's thirty yonder, irom the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born...

...your ain roof-tree stand the faster — Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh— see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane...—Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted...

...if your ain roof-tree stand the faster Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh — see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane...— Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread era ye had wanted...

...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted smikets, and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger— yes — there's thirty, yonder,...

...your ain roof-tree stand the faster.—Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh—see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. —Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram— \vnat do ye glowr after our folk for?— There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere...

...the faster — Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh — see that the hare docs not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted...

...your ain rooftree stand the faster.—Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh—see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at, Ellangowan. —Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram—what do ye glowr after our folk for?—There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread...

...hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram—what do ye glower after our folk for?—There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life blood ere ye had scratched your finger —yes—there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an...

...does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan.—Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram—what do ye glowr after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there,...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger —yes—there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,...

...have riven the thack off seven cottar houses — look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster. . . . There's thirty hearts there that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life blood ere ye had scratched your finger." My Lords, it is with sentiments like these — with sorrow,...