human
Wonderful things people can do now, Robby?
gpt
Ay, indeed, Sir Alexander, said Robby;
human
I'm thinking that if Solomon was alive now, he'd be thought naething o'!
gpt
Scotland had a sair time o't. First we had Knox deavin' us wi' his clavers, and syne we've had Claver'se deavin' us wi' his knocks.
human
Oh, yes!--an' that's e'e time. Oh, yes!--an' that's twa times. Oh, yes!--an that's the third and last time. All manner of person or persons whatsover let 'em draw near, an' I shall let 'em ken that there is a fair to be held at the muckle town of Langholm, for the space of aught days, wherein any hustrin, custrin, land-hopper dub-shouper, or gent-the-gate-swinger, shall breed any hurdam, durdam, rabble-ment, babble-ment or squabble-ment, he shall have his lugs tacked to the muckle throne with a nail of twa-a-penny, until he's down on his bodshanks, and up with his muckle doup, and pray to ha'en nine times, 'God bless the King,' and thrice the muckle Laird of Reltown, paying a goat to me, Jemmy Ferguson, baillie to the aforesaid manor. So you've heard my proclamation, and I'll gang hame to my dinner.
gpt
Though Lost to Sight--to Memory Dear!
human
But man you canna guess what's befaun me?
gpt
Deed, I canna guess,
human
Aweel, rejoined his helpmate,
gpt
I hae lost a note; but dinna be angry--for we ought to be mair than thankfu' that we had ane to lose!
human
Was it no' a wonderful thing that Breetish were aye victorious in battle?
gpt
Not a bit, said the other lady;
human
But canna the French say their prayers as weel?
gpt
Hoot! sic jabberin' bodies; wha could understand them if thae did?
human
Glasgow to Nelson.
gpt
True, said the baillies,
human
Husband, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, sir! Tho' I am your wedded wife, Yet, I'm not your slave, sir!
gpt
If 'tis still the lordly word-- 'Service' and 'obedience,' I'll desert my sov'reign lord, And so, good-by, allegiance!
human
Sad will I be, so bereft, Nancy, Nancy! Yet, I'll try to make a shift, My spouse, Nancy.
gpt
My poor heart, then break it must, My last hour, I'm near it; When you lay me in the dust, Think, think how you'll bear it.
human
I will hope and trust in heaven, Nancy, Nancy; Strength to bear it will be given, My spouse, Nancy.
gpt
Well, sir, from the silent dead Still I'll try to daunt you, Ever round your midnight bed Horrid sprites shall haunt you.
human
I'll wed another_, like my dear Nancy, Nancy; _Then, all hell will fly for fear My spouse, Nancy.
gpt
came in for severe strictures, this man from auld Reekie speaking of woman as