FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   320   321   322   323   324   325   326   327   328   329   330   331   332   333   334   335   336   337   338   339   340   341   342   343   344  
345   346   347   348   349   350   351   352   353   354   355   356   357   358   359   360   361   362   363   364   365   366   367   368   369   >>   >|  
ed of shame," Adam Armour, the brother of the poet's bonnie Jean, with one or two more of his comrades, executed a rustic act of justice upon her, by parading her perforce through the village, placed on a rough, unpruned piece of wood: an unpleasant ceremony, vulgarly called "Riding the Stang." This was resented by Geordie and Nanse, the girl's master and mistress; law was restored to, and as Adam had to hide till the matter was settled, he durst not venture home till late on the Saturday nights. In one of these home-comings he met Burns who laughed when he heard the story, and said, "You have need of some one to pray for you." "No one can do that better than yourself," was the reply, and this humorous intercession was made on the instant, and, as it is said, "clean off loof." From Adam Armour I obtained the verses, and when he wrote them out, he told the story in which the prayer originated.] Lord, pity me, for I am little, An elf of mischief and of mettle, That can like ony wabster's shuttle, Jink there or here, Though scarce as lang's a gude kale-whittle, I'm unco queer. Lord pity now our waefu' case, For Geordie's Jurr we're in disgrace, Because we stang'd her through the place, 'Mang hundreds laughin', For which we daurna show our face Within the clachan. And now we're dern'd in glens and hallows, And hunted as was William Wallace, By constables, those blackguard fellows, And bailies baith, O Lord, preserve us frae the gallows! That cursed death. Auld, grim, black-bearded Geordie's sel', O shake him ewre the mouth o' hell, And let him hing and roar and yell, Wi' hideous din, And if he offers to rebel Just heave him in. When Death comes in wi' glimmering blink, And tips auld drunken Nanse the wink' Gaur Satan gie her a--e a clink Behint his yett, And fill her up wi' brimstone drink, Red reeking het! There's Jockie and the hav'rel Jenny, Some devil seize them in a hurry, And waft them in th' infernal wherry, Straught through the lake, And gie their hides a noble curry, Wi' oil of aik. As for the lass, lascivious body, She's ha
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   320   321   322   323   324   325   326   327   328   329   330   331   332   333   334   335   336   337   338   339   340   341   342   343   344  
345   346   347   348   349   350   351   352   353   354   355   356   357   358   359   360   361   362   363   364   365   366   367   368   369   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Geordie

 

Armour

 
cursed
 

bearded

 

Within

 
daurna
 
gallows
 
hundreds
 

William

 

hunted


Because
 

fellows

 

Wallace

 
blackguard
 
bailies
 
disgrace
 
preserve
 

constables

 

laughin

 
hallows

clachan

 

infernal

 

Jockie

 

wherry

 

Straught

 
lascivious
 

reeking

 

glimmering

 

offers

 

hideous


brimstone

 

Behint

 
drunken
 

restored

 

matter

 

mistress

 

master

 
Riding
 

resented

 

settled


comings

 

laughed

 

venture

 

Saturday

 

nights

 
called
 
vulgarly
 

comrades

 

executed

 

rustic