Thoch that this warld be verie strange; Yet wald I leif, and byde ane change; Now me to spulyie sum not spairis; Yit tyme may cum, may mend my sairis; aye ur WR Davidson Soup' "pleasure; day seemd seemd lang. Published by Khull, Blackie & Co. Glasgow, and A.Fullerton & Co, Edinburgh. Quhan young men cumis fra the grene, I thank my God, I want my ene; Thoch I be sweir to ryd or gang; Thame punysit that did me wrang; ་ SCOTLAND'S SKAITH; OR THE HISTORY OF WILL AND JEAN. PART FIRST. WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha wi' Will could rin or wrastle? Warm his heart, and mild as manfu', Whan he first saw Jeanie Miller, Saft her smile raise like May morning, Kind and gentle was her nature; Such was Jean, whan Will first mawing, Light he bore her, pale as ashes, Cross the meadow, fragrant, green! Such was Will, whan poor Jean fainting Sighed, and blushed a thousand charms. Soon they loo'd, and soon were buckled; Three short years flew by fu' canty, Jean and Will thought them but ane; Ilka year a dainty wean. Will wrought sair, but aye wi' pleasure; Blest with them, nae day seemed lang; One of the Ochil hills, near Stirling. Dum-ma-chit, (Gaelic), the hill of the good prospect. It is pronounced Demyit. |