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THE LOCHMABEN HARPER
xv ' Come haud thy tongue, thou foolish lass !
The moon 's but glancing in your ee. I'll wad my hail fee against a groat,
He 's bigger than e'er our foal will be.'
XVI
Now all this while in merry Carlisle
The Harper harpit to hie and law ; And the fiend dought they do but listen him to,
Until that the day began to daw.
XVII
But on the morn at fair daylight,
When they had ended a' their cheer,
Behold the Wanton Brown was gane, And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!
XVIII
' Allace ! allace ! ' quo' the silly blind Harper,
' And ever allace that I cam here! In Scotland I've tint a braw colt-foal,
In England they've stown my gude gray mare I '—
XIX
' Come ! cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper, And again of thy harping let us hear ;
And weel paid sail thy colt-foal be, And thou sail have a far better mare.'
XX
Then aye he harpit, and aye he carpit;
Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear! He was paid for the foal he had never lost,
And three times ower for the gude gray mare.
wad my hail fee] bet my whole wages. fiend dought they do] the deuce could they do. 762 |
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