Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 200 of 334 (59%)
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Till stop! she trotted thro' them a';
An' wha was it but grumphie [the sow] Asteer that night! [Astir] Meg fain wad to the barn gane [have gone] To winn three wechts o' naething;[15] But for to meet the Deil her lane, [alone] She pat but little faith in: [put] She gies the herd a pickle nits, [herd-boy, few] And twa red-cheekit apples, To watch, while for the barn she sets, [sets out] In hopes to see Tam Kipples That very night. She turns the key wi' cannie thraw, [cautious twist] An' owre the threshold ventures; But first on Sawnie gies a ca', [call] Syne bauldly in she enters; [Then] A ratton rattl'd up the wa', [rat] An' she cried 'Lord preserve her!' An' ran thro' midden-hole an' a', [dunghill pool] An' pray'd wi' zeal an' fervour Fu' fast that night They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice; [urged] They hecht him some fine braw ane; [promised][measured with It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice[16] outstretched arms] Was timmer-propt for thrawin': [against leaning over] He taks a swirlie auld moss-oak [gnarled] For some black gruesome carlin; [beldam] |
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