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Side 178 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Side 448 - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait...
Side 442 - Dan shall be a serpent by the way, an adder in the path, that biteth the horse's heels, so that his rider shall fall backward.
Side 376 - Nay, look you now, you are angry, uncle: — Why, you know an a man have not skill in the hawking and hunting languages now-a-days, I'll not give a rush for him: they are more studied than the Greek, or the Latin. He is for no gallant's company without them; and by gadslid I scorn it, I, so I do, to be a consort for every humdrum: hang them, scroyles! there's nothing in them i
Side 253 - twas Claver'se who spoke, "Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke ; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. "Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Side 253 - These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers ; But they shrunk to close-heads and the causeway was free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Side 253 - Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle the horses and call up the men, Come open your gates, and let me gae free, For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Side 376 - But, by the way, in the Park he was somewhat stayed. For there appeared a number of Huntsmen, all in green ; the chief of which, with a woodman's speech, did welcome him, offering His Majesty to...
Side 253 - Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat; But the Provost, douce man, said, ' Just e'en let him be, The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee.
Side 318 - ... letter, dated April 8th, we ever received from him, " I can't say that I have observed any very odd peculiarity of scent in any part of our country ; as with a NE wind, and a rising glass, they will run over any part of it, and catch their fox ; but with a west wind, which has been piercing nearly the whole of this blessed season, we have never had a week's good scenting weather.

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