VIII 'An thin 'e coom'd to the parish wi' lots o' Varsity debt, Stook to his taaïl they did, an' 'e 'ant got shut on 'em yet. An' 'e ligs on 'is back i' the grip, wi' noän to lend 'im a shuvv, Woorse nor a far-welter'd' yowe: fur, Sammy, 'e married fur luvv. IX Luvv ? what's luvv ? thou can luvv thy lass an' 'er munny too, Maakin' 'em goä togither as they've good right to do. Could'n I luvv thy muther by cause o' 'er munny laaïd by? Naäy-fur I luvv'd 'er a vast sight moor fur it : reason why. X Ay an' thy muther says thou wants to marry the lass, Cooms of a gentleman burn: an' we boäth on us thinks tha an ass. 1 Or fow-welter'd,-said of a sheep lying on its back. Woä then, proputty, wiltha?—an ass as near as mays nowt Woä then, wiltha? dangtha!-the bees is as fell as owt.2 XI Break me a bit o' the esh for his 'eäd, lad, out o' the fence! Gentleman burn! what's gentleman burn? is it shillins an' pence? Proputty, proputty's ivrything 'ere, an', Sammy, I'm blest If it isn't the saäme oop yonder, fur them as 'as it's the best. XII Tis'n them as 'as munny as breäks into 'ouses an' steäls, Them as 'as coäts to their backs an' taäkes their regular meäls. Noä, but it's them as niver knaws wheer a meäl's to be 'ad. Taäke my word for it, Sammy, the poor in a loomp is bad. XIII Them or thir feythers, tha sees, mun 'a beän a laäzy lot, Fur work mun 'a gone to the gittin' whiniver munny was got. Feyther 'ad ammost nowt; leästways 'is munny was 'id. But 'e tued an' moil'd 'issén deäd, an' 'e died a good un, 'e did. XIV Loook thou theer wheer Wrigglesby beck cooms out by the 'ill! Feyther run oop to the farm, an' I runs oop to the mill; An' I'll run oop to the brig, an' that thou'll live to see; And if thou marries a good un I'll leave the land to thee. XV Thim's my noätions, Sammy, wheerby I means to stick; But if thou marries a bad un, I'll leave the land to Dick. Coom oop, proputty, proputty-that's what I 'ears 'im saäy— Proputty, proputty, proputty-canter an' canter awaäy. THE DAISY WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH O LOVE, what hours were thine and mine, What Roman strength Turbìa show'd How like a gem, beneath, the city How richly down the rocky dell To meet the sun and sunny waters, That only heaved with a summer swell. What slender campanili grew By bays, the peacock's neck in hue; Where, here and there, on sandy beaches A milky-bell'd amaryllis blew. How young Columbus seem'd to rove, Now watching high on mountain cornice, And steering, now, from a purple cove, Now pacing mute by ocean's rim; I stay'd the wheels at Cogoletto, Nor knew we well what pleased us most, Or tower, or high hill-convent, seen Where oleanders flush'd the bed We loved that hall, tho' white and cold, |