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GRAEME AND BEWICK. 81
Then he's put on's back a gude auld jack,
And on his head a cap of steel, And sword and buckler by his side ;
0 gin he did not become them weel! »
We'll leave off talking of Christie Grasme,
And talk of him again belive ; And we will talk of bonny Bewick,
Where he was teaching his scholars five.
When he had taught them well to fence, ">
And handle swords without any doubt,
He took his sword under his arm,
And he walk'd his father's close about.
He look'd atween him and the sun,
And a' to see what there might be, so
Till he spied a man in armour bright,
Was riding that way most hastilie.
" 0 wha is yon, that came this way,
Sae hastilie that hither came ? I think it be my brother dear, «
1 think it be young Christie Graeme.
" Ye're welcome here, my billie dear, And thrice ye're welcome unto me !"—
" But I'm wae to say, I've seen the day,
When I am come to fight wi' thee. »°
VOL. III. 6 |
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