Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson
page 46 of 83 (55%)
page 46 of 83 (55%)
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Heaven guide the reader through that labyrinth! But in Scots
it dodges usually from the short I, as in grin, to the open E, as in mere. Find the blind, I may remark, are prounced to rhyme with the preterite of grin. I - THE MAKER TO POSTERITY Far `yont amang the years to be When a' we think, an' a' we see, An' a' we luve, `s been dung ajee By time's rouch shouther, An' what was richt and wrang for me Lies mangled throu'ther, It's possible - it's hardly mair - That some ane, ripin' after lear - Some auld professor or young heir, If still there's either - May find an' read me, an' be sair Perplexed, puir brither! "What tongue does your auld bookie speak?" He'll spier; an' I, his mou to steik: "No bein' fit to write in Greek, I write in Lallan, Dear to my heart as the peat reek, Auld as Tantallon. |
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