This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ...30. They fell upon him all at once, They mangled him most cruellie; The slightest wound might caused his deid, And they hae gi'en him thirty-three: They hacket off his hands and feet, And left him lying on the lee. 31. 'Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt, Ye canna weel dispute the tale, ' The Crosiers said, and off ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ...30. They fell upon him all at once, They mangled him most cruellie; The slightest wound might caused his deid, And they hae gi'en him thirty-three: They hacket off his hands and feet, And left him lying on the lee. 31. 'Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt, Ye canna weel dispute the tale, ' The Crosiers said, and off they rade;They rade the airt o' Liddesdale. 26.4 'graithed, 'accoutred. 28.3 'fankit, 'entangled. 31.4 'the airt o', ' i.e. in the direction of. 32. It was the hour o' gloaming gray, When herds come in r'rae fauld and pen; A herd he saw a huntsman lie, Says he, 'Can this be Laird Troughen'?' 33. 'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And some will ca' me Laird Troughen'; It's little matter what they ca' me, My faes hae made me ill to ken. 34. 'There 's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And speak my praise in tower and town It's little matter what they do now, My life-blood rudds the heather brown. 35. 'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And a' my virtues say and sing; I would much rather have just now A draught o' water frae the spring.' 36. The herd flung aff his clouted shoon, And to the nearest fountain ran; He made his bonnet serve a cup, And wan the blessing o' the dying man. 37. 'Now, honest herd, you maun do mair, --Ye maun do mair as I you tell; You maun bear tidings to Troughend, And bear likewise my last farewell. 38. 'A farewell to my wedded wife, A farewell to my brother John, Wha sits into the Troughend tower, Wi' heart as black as any stone. 39. 'A farewell to my daughter Jean, A farewell to my young sons five; Had they been at their father's hand, I had this night been man alive. 40. 'A farewell to my followers a', And a' my neighbours gude at need; Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed. 41. 'The laird o'...
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