The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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Enter Peter Brown.
Peter.
Peter.
The pannel's a regardless loon,
And brags that he defies man;
And bauldly threepit through the toun
He'd do for the Exciseman.
And brags that he defies man;
And bauldly threepit through the toun
He'd do for the Exciseman.
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I thought 'twas nought but silly clash,
That sneevlin gowks wad tell me,
Quo' I, my thum' I wanna fash,
It's no sic like can fell me.
That sneevlin gowks wad tell me,
Quo' I, my thum' I wanna fash,
It's no sic like can fell me.
Four cadgers rade through Halkwood-slack,
I doubted Jean Mackleerie,
I took the road, when up cam Black,
And dang me tapsalteerie.
I doubted Jean Mackleerie,
I took the road, when up cam Black,
And dang me tapsalteerie.
He rypit, may be, for his knife,
I thought I saw it glancin,
He took the rue, and sav'd my life,
Syne like a deil gaed dancin.
I thought I saw it glancin,
He took the rue, and sav'd my life,
Syne like a deil gaed dancin.
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