The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volumen1Robert Cadell, 1833 |
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... thair mercy . ' Admonitioun to the trew Lordis , Striveling , 1571 . He numbers , among these insurgents , Highland- ers as well as Borderers , Buccleuch and Fairni- hirst , the Johnstones and Armstrongs , the Grants , and the clan ...
... thair mercy . ' Admonitioun to the trew Lordis , Striveling , 1571 . He numbers , among these insurgents , Highland- ers as well as Borderers , Buccleuch and Fairni- hirst , the Johnstones and Armstrongs , the Grants , and the clan ...
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... thair was never one to mak watche , ) crying this slogane , God and the Queen ! Ane Hamiltoune ! Think on the Bishop of St Androis all is owres ; ' and so a certaine come to everie grit manis ludgene , and apprehendit the Lordis Mortoun ...
... thair was never one to mak watche , ) crying this slogane , God and the Queen ! Ane Hamiltoune ! Think on the Bishop of St Androis all is owres ; ' and so a certaine come to everie grit manis ludgene , and apprehendit the Lordis Mortoun ...
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... Thair war ten or twelve gentlemen slane of the King's folk , or mea , as was said , and a dozen or xvi tane . Twa espe- ciall servantis of the Lord Argyle's were slane also . This Cader , that schot the Regent , was once turned bak off ...
... Thair war ten or twelve gentlemen slane of the King's folk , or mea , as was said , and a dozen or xvi tane . Twa espe- ciall servantis of the Lord Argyle's were slane also . This Cader , that schot the Regent , was once turned bak off ...
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... thair lyftit with my lyfe , The devill sowld styk me with a knyffe , An ' ever I cum agane in Fyfe , Till I were deid .'- - PINKERTON'S Scottish Poems , vol . ii . p . 180 . Again , when Common Thift is brought to condign punishment ...
... thair lyftit with my lyfe , The devill sowld styk me with a knyffe , An ' ever I cum agane in Fyfe , Till I were deid .'- - PINKERTON'S Scottish Poems , vol . ii . p . 180 . Again , when Common Thift is brought to condign punishment ...
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... for punishment , pronounces over him the following elegy : " Waes me for thee , gude Common Thift ! Was never man made more honest chift , His living for to win : Thair wes not , in all Liddesdaill , That ky INTRODUCTION . 163.
... for punishment , pronounces over him the following elegy : " Waes me for thee , gude Common Thift ! Was never man made more honest chift , His living for to win : Thair wes not , in all Liddesdaill , That ky INTRODUCTION . 163.
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