s cartes,
he swept the stakes awa&039;, an,
till the diaond&039;s ace, of dian race,
led hi a sair faux pas, an:
the saxon ds, wi&039; loud pcads,
on chatha&039;s boy did ca&039;, an;
an&039; stnd drew her pipe an&039; blew,
“up, willie, waur the a&039;, an!”
behd the throne then granville&039;s gone,
a secret word or a, an;
while slee dundas aro&039;d the css
be-north the roan wa&039;, an:
an&039; chatha&039;s wraith, heav&039;nly graith,
(spired bardies saw, an),
wi&039; kdlg eyes, cry&039;d, “willie, rise!
would i hae fear&039;d the a&039;, an?”
but, word an&039; blow, north, fox, and
gowff&039;d willie like a ba&039;, an;
till suthron raise, an&039; ost their cise
behd hi a raw, an:
an&039; caledon threw by the drone,
an&039; did her whittle draw, an;
an&039; swoor fu&039; rude, thro&039; dirt an&039; bid,
to ak it guid w, an
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