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Page 120 - Anticipating her kindness, he will travel ten or twelve miles over hills, bogs, moors, and mosses, undiscouraged by the length of the road, the darkness of the night, or the intemperature of the weather ; on reaching her habitation, he gives a gentle tap at the window of her chamber, at which signal she immediately rises, dresses herself, and proceeds with all possible silence to the door, which she gently opens, lest a creaking hinge or a barking dog should awaken the family. On his entrance into...
Page 116 - Fight wi" me.] ie along with me. P. 104, 1. 9. — Fankit.] 'Sheathed, or confined. P. 109. — The King and the Tinkler.] The late Robert Anderson, the Cumbrian bard, in his song of the ClayDaubin, represents Deavie as singing The King and the Tinkler. " He lilted The King and the Tinkler, And Wully strack up Robin Hood ; Dick Mingins tried Hooly and Fairly, And Martha the Babi o the Wood.
Page 120 - A Cumbrian peasant pays his -addresses to his sweetheart during the silence and solemnity of midnight, when every bosom is at rest, except that of love and sorrow. Anticipating her kindness, he will travel ten or twelve miles over hills, bogs, moors, and mosses, undiscouraged by the length of the road, the darkness of the night, or the intemperature of the weather ; on reaching her habitation, he gives a gentle tap at the window of her chamber, at which signal she immediately rises, dresses herself,...
Page 97 - And mowdy-warp Jacky — ay, man, it was funny ! — He meade them aw laugh when he stuck in a creyke. There were lasses frae Wigton, and Worton, and Banton, Some o...
Page 74 - Our dogs e'en beyte aw decent fwok, Our varra naigs they kick them, And if they nobbet ax their way Our lads set on and lick them. Furst wi...
Page 55 - ... mutton in aw Carel market sarrad the cat, me, and hur for a week. The bairns meade sec gam' on us, and thunder'd at the rapper as if to waken a corp : when I open'd the duir they threw stour i' my een, and caw'd me daft Watty. Sae I pack'd up my duds when my quarter was out, And, wi' weage i' my pocket, I saunter'd about.
Page 129 - And what your bounded view, which only faw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more : The ftorms of WINTRY TIME will quickly pafs, And one unbounded SPRING encircle all.
Page 41 - Yence Marget was as lish a lass As e'er in summer trode the grass ; But fearfu' changes come to pass — In this weary, weary warl ! Then at a murry-neet or fair, Her beauty made the young fowk stare ; Now wrinkl'd is that feace wi...
Page 115 - Peer Jemmy !—of aw his bit oddments A shottle the bealies ha'e ta'en, And now he's reet fain of a darrak, For pan, dish, or spuin he hes neane. Wi' scons, leather-hungry, and whusky, Auld Aggy cried, " Meake way for me ! " Ye men fwok, eat, drink, and be murry, " While we i' the bower get tea." The whillymer eat teugh and teasty, Aw cramm'd fou o' grey pez and seeds ; They row'd it up teane agean tudder— Nae dainties the hungry man needs.
Page 113 - Wi' friends and plenty to gi'e them, We'll laugh at King Gweorge and his court. The waws wer' aw finish'd er dark'nin'; Now greypes, shouls, and barrows thrown by, Auld Deavie spak up wid a hursle, " Od rabbit it! lads, ye'll be dry. " See, deame, if we've got a swope whusky— " I's sworry the rum-bottle's duin— " We'll starken our keytes, I'll upho'd us ! " Come, Adams, rasp up a lal tune.