|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
80 GE^ME AND BEWICK.
if thou does na end me this quarrel soon, «
There is my glove, I'll fight wi' thee."
Then Christie Graame he stooped low
Unto the ground, you shall understand ;—
" 0 father, put on your glove again,
The wind has blown it from your hand ?" so
" What's that thou says, thou limmer loon ?
How dares thou stand to speak to me ? If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
There's my right hand thou shalt fight with me."—
Then Christie Graeme's to his chamber gane, « To consider weel what then should be;
Whether he should fight with his auld father, Or with his billie Bewick, he.
* If I suld kill my billie dear,
God's blessing I shall never win ; «
But if I strike at my auld father,
I think 'twald be a mortal sin.
" But if I kill my billie dear,
It is God's will, so let it be ; But I make a vow, ere I gang frae hame, as
That I shall be the next man's die."—