...not couch on the hearthstane at Zllangowan — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram— what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there,...and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your ringer — yes — there's thirty yonder, irom the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born...

...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there,...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,...

...does not couch on the hearth stane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ; what do ye glowr after our folk for ? There's thirty hearts there,...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes, there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that...

...at, Ellangowan. —Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram—what do ye glowr after our folk for?—There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere...and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger—yes—there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that irzs born last...

...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted smikets, and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger— yes — there's thirty, yonder,...

...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread era ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger— yes — there'...

...hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram—what do ye glower after our folk for?—There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life blood ere ye had scratched your finger —yes—there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an...

...shealings at Derncleugh — see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at .Kilangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glower after...their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,...

...have riven the thack off seven cottar houses — look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster. . . . There's thirty hearts there that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life blood ere ye had scratched your finger." My Lords, it is with sentiments like these — with sorrow,...

...shealings at Deracleugh— see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan.— Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram— what do ye glower after...their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yea — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,...