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Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1851. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Aye, Shaw of Sauchie--lie whose faith was still my latest hope--Holds mine own Stirling for the foes with whom I dare not cope. Burst, burst, my breaking heart, to hear Edina''s heavy news! Both hold and gold surrendered there! Oh, ''tis too much to lose! Tho'' hopes o''erturn, like foundered ships, with one last sudden lurch, One consolation lingers yet--1 ever loved the Church.--Nay! cried a stern harsh voice behind--James, I''m--no matter whom!--I''ll tell thee then, with this death-blow--I''m for the House of Hume! How likest thou a Border shrift!-- God! what a death to die! Gasped Scotland''s James, with sinking voice, and ghastly glazing eye: There, in that lowly mill-house, was the King of Scotland sped, Nor traced they e''er the secret spot wherein his bones were laid. A gallant youth graced weel her prow, Fire kindled in his e''e, As aye his glance i'' the sunlicht flash''d On the proud spyres o'' Dundee. Noo, Marion, kaim yer silken hair, Noo lace yer wee span waist; Noo don yer hude and kirtle gude, An'' on to the sea-beach haste. My bark has danced ''mang the heavin'' seas, 0'' mony a foreign strand: An'' a rich man has yer true luve come, Frae the sichts o'' anither land. Oh! I hae pued the gowden fruits, An'' blue-red grape o'' the vine; But, Marion, I hae pree''d yer mou'' An'' I hae ca''d ye mine; An'' a'' the gowd, an'' a'' the gear That distant lands may hae; I''d freely gie to ken that ye Still live and luve me sae! The stake they drave--the faggots piled--On the pow o'' the Magdalen''s green; Whare, sailing bye, that noble schip, Gaed floatin'' through the sheen. Oh God! cried Grizzel Jamphray, (An'' she cried out amain), Oh, God! an'' is he come--my son? Is Ramsay come again? Sae weel''s I ken his gallant schip! I see him on the prow: Oh! gie me to drink o'' t...
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