ISBN: 1236509021

[EAN: 9781236509024], Nieuw boek, [SC: 13.59], [PU: RareBooksClub], SIR DAVID LINDSAY,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 76 pages. This historic book may have numerous typo… More...

[EAN: 9781236509024], Nieuw boek, [SC: 13.59], [PU: RareBooksClub], SIR DAVID LINDSAY,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 76 pages. 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. 1879 edition. Excerpt: . . . gude, that me belangit, Now, walloway! I man be hangit. 4000 Repent your lyfis, ye plaine oppressouris, All ye misdoars, and transgressours: Orellis, gar chuse yow gude confcssours, And mak yow forde: For gif ye tarie in this land, And cum under Correctiouns hand: Your grace salbe, I understand, Ane guid scharp coird. Adew! my Bretheren, common theifis, That helpit me, in my mischeifis: 4010 Adew! Grosars, Nicksons, and Bellis, Oft have we run out-thoart the fellis. Adew! Robsonis, Hansles, and Pylis, That in our craft hes mony wyllis: Lytils, Trumbels, and Armestrangs, Adew! all theifis that me belangs; Tailzeours, Eurwings, and Elwands, Speidie of fut and wicht of hands. The Scottis of Ewisdaill, and the Graimis, I have na tyme, to tell your namis. 4020 With King Correctioun, and ye be fangit, Beleif richt weill, ye wilbe hangit. FIRST SERGEANT. Speid hand, man, with thy clitter clatter. COMMOUN THIFT. For Gods saik, sir, let me mak watter; Howbeit, I have bene cattel-gredie, It schamis to pische into ane widdie. Heir sai Commoun Thift be drawin up, or hisfigour. SECUND SERGEANT. Cum heir, Dissait, my companzeoun, Saw ever ane man, lyker ane loun, To hing upon ane gallows 1 Duill fell me, that I man be hangit, Let me speik with my fallows. I trow wan-fortune brocht me heir; Quhat mekill feind maid me sa speidie Sen it was said, it is sevin yeir, That I sould weave into ane widdie, I leirit my maisters to be gredie. Adew! ior-I se na remeid: Luke quhat it is to be evil-deidie! DISSAIT. This is aneuch to mak me mangit, 4030SECUND SERGEANT. Now, in this halter slip thy heid. Stand still, me think ye draw aback. DISSAIT. Allace! maister, ye hurt my crag. SECUND SERGEANT. It will hurt better, I woid ane plak, Richt now, quhen ye hing on ane. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

ISBN: 1236509021

[EAN: 9781236509024], Neubuch, SIR DAVID LINDSAY,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a f… More...

[EAN: 9781236509024], Neubuch, SIR DAVID LINDSAY,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 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. 1879 edition. Excerpt: . . . gude, that me belangit, Now, walloway! I man be hangit. 4000 Repent your lyfis, ye plaine oppressouris, All ye misdoars, and transgressours: Orellis, gar chuse yow gude confcssours, And mak yow forde: For gif ye tarie in this land, And cum under Correctiouns hand: Your grace salbe, I understand, Ane guid scharp coird. Adew! my Bretheren, common theifis, That helpit me, in my mischeifis: 4010 Adew! Grosars, Nicksons, and Bellis, Oft have we run out-thoart the fellis. Adew! Robsonis, Hansles, and Pylis, That in our craft hes mony wyllis: Lytils, Trumbels, and Armestrangs, Adew! all theifis that me belangs; Tailzeours, Eurwings, and Elwands, Speidie of fut and wicht of hands. The Scottis of Ewisdaill, and the Graimis, I have na tyme, to tell your namis. 4020 With King Correctioun, and ye be fangit, Beleif richt weill, ye wilbe hangit. FIRST SERGEANT. Speid hand, man, with thy clitter clatter. COMMOUN THIFT. For Gods saik, sir, let me mak watter; Howbeit, I have bene cattel-gredie, It schamis to pische into ane widdie. Heir sai Commoun Thift be drawin up, or hisfigour. SECUND SERGEANT. Cum heir, Dissait, my companzeoun, Saw ever ane man, lyker ane loun, To hing upon ane gallows 1 Duill fell me, that I man be hangit, Let me speik with my fallows. I trow wan-fortune brocht me heir; Quhat mekill feind maid me sa speidie Sen it was said, it is sevin yeir, That I sould weave into ane widdie, I leirit my maisters to be gredie. Adew! ior-I se na remeid: Luke quhat it is to be evil-deidie! DISSAIT. This is aneuch to mak me mangit, 4030SECUND SERGEANT. Now, in this halter slip thy heid. Stand still, me think ye draw aback. DISSAIT. Allace! maister, ye hurt my crag. SECUND SERGEANT. It will hurt better, I woid ane plak, Richt now, quhen ye hing on ane. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<