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GR2EME AND BEWICK. 79
He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a', n
And hame he rade sae manfullie.
" Welcome, my auld father!" said Christie Graeme, " But where sae lang frae hame were ye ? "—
" It's I hae been at Carlisle town,
And a baffled man by thee I be. »
" I hae been at Carlisle town,
Where Sir Robert Bewick he met me;
He says ye're a lad, and ye are but bad, And billie to his son ye canna be.
" I sent ye to the schools, and ye wadna learn; 35 I bought ye books, and ye wadna read;
Therefore my blessing ye shall never earn, Till I see with Bewick thou save thy head."
" Now, God forbid, my auld father,
That ever sic a thing suld be! «
Billie Bewick was my master, and I was his scholar,
And aye sae weel as he learned me."
" 0 hald thy tongue, thou limmer loon, And of thy talking let me be !
41, 42. Shall I venture my body in field to fight With a man that's faith and troth to me ?
N. C. B.