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But lend me thy bay , ” fair Johnie ' gan say ;, For if I should live these hundred
years , " There's nae horse loose in the stable save he ; I ne'er shall fight wi ' a
fule after thee . "And I'll either fetch Dick o ' the Cow again , Or the day is come
that ...
But lend me thy bay , ” fair Johnie ' gan say ;, For if I should live these hundred
years , " There's nae horse loose in the stable save he ; I ne'er shall fight wi ' a
fule after thee . "And I'll either fetch Dick o ' the Cow again , Or the day is come
that ...
Page 765
And I will hear thee willingly , the rather Ay , therein was Montgomery kind indeed
; That I would let these vagabonds march on ... I'm wearied with the toil of
yesterday , Pointed to thrust thee on some desperate service , And revel of last
night .
And I will hear thee willingly , the rather Ay , therein was Montgomery kind indeed
; That I would let these vagabonds march on ... I'm wearied with the toil of
yesterday , Pointed to thrust thee on some desperate service , And revel of last
night .
Page 788
I'hear thee , my poor friend . ( Returning . ) slain six of his troopers - they are in
headlong flight Mar. But come close - very closc . See'st thou , - the hemlock
marsh is red with their gore ! ( MARsir knight -- this wound I bore for thee -- and
this Tin ...
I'hear thee , my poor friend . ( Returning . ) slain six of his troopers - they are in
headlong flight Mar. But come close - very closc . See'st thou , - the hemlock
marsh is red with their gore ! ( MARsir knight -- this wound I bore for thee -- and
this Tin ...
Page 790
Save thee , fair maid , for our armies are flytng : Save thee , fair majd , for thy
guardian is low ; ( Apart , and following slowly . Cold on yon heath thy bold
Frederick is lying , The music sounds , and the followers of Aspen begin Fast
through the ...
Save thee , fair maid , for our armies are flytng : Save thee , fair majd , for thy
guardian is low ; ( Apart , and following slowly . Cold on yon heath thy bold
Frederick is lying , The music sounds , and the followers of Aspen begin Fast
through the ...
Page 793
No one could say to thee , “ Why dost thou Report ran , that my brother died of the
plague . so ? " Thou layesi thee down to - night the veriest Wolf . Raised for the
purpose , doubtless , of pre- slave that ever iugged at an oar - the slave of men ...
No one could say to thee , “ Why dost thou Report ran , that my brother died of the
plague . so ? " Thou layesi thee down to - night the veriest Wolf . Raised for the
purpose , doubtless , of pre- slave that ever iugged at an oar - the slave of men ...
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| Title | The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His Last Additions and Illustrations, Volume 1 The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His Last Additions and Illustrations, Walter Scott |
| Author | Walter Scott |
| Publisher | Conner & Cooke, 1833 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2006 |
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