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Page 100 - Then said the one unto the other, 'Here, man, tak ye my knife; Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard, And I'll kiss the goodwife.
Page 216 - Here is a royal brand," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear my brand your death shall be.
Page 100 - My hand is in my hussyfskap, Goodman, as ye may see; An it should nae be barrd this hundred year, It's no be barrd for me." They made a paction tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whaeer shoud speak, Shoud rise and bar the door.
Page 106 - God saue our wiues from Morels nest, I pray you say all, amen. Thus endeth the iest of Morels skin, Where the curst wife was lapped in ; Because she was of a shrewde leere, • Thus was she serued in this maner. FINIS, QUOTH MAYSTER CHARME HER.
Page 135 - I'll remember thee, I'll fit thee! Enter Gaoler's Daughter, and sings. The George, holla ! came from the south, From the coast of Barbary-a ; And there he met with brave gallants of war, By one, by two, by three-a. Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants ! And whither now are you bound-a ? O, let me have your company Till I...
Page 100 - Now whether is this a rich man's house, Or whether is it a poor?" But neer a word wad ane o them speak, For barring of the door.
Page 216 - He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi...
Page 117 - Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, To speer for the silly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, The strae was cauld, he was away ; She clapt her hands, cry'd " Waladay ! For some of our gear will be gane.