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ada arour&039;s prayer

gude pity , becae i&039; little!

for though i a an elf o&039; ttle,

an&039; can, like ony wabster&039;s shuttle,

jk there or here,

yet, scarce as ng&039;s a gude kail-whittle,

i&039; un eer

an&039; now thou kens our waefu&039; case;

for ordie&039;s jurr we&039;re disgrace,

becae we stang&039;d her through the pce,

an&039; hurt her spleuchan;

for whilk we daurna show our face

with the cchan

an&039; now we&039;re dern&039;d dens and hollows,

and hunted, as was willia walce,

wi&039; nstables-thae bckguard fallows,

an&039; drs baith;

but gude preserve frae the gallows,

that shafu&039; death!

auld gri bck-bearded ordie&039;s sel&039;—

o shake hi owre the outh o&039; hell!

there let hi hg, an&039; roar, an&039; yell

wi&039; hideo d,

and if he offers to rebel,

then heave hi

when death es wi&039; glir blk,

an&039; tips auld drucken nanse the k,

ay sautan gie her doup a clk

with his yett,

an&039; fill her up wi&039; bristone drk,

red-reek het

though jock an&039; hav&039;rel jean are rry—

devil seize the a hurry,

an&039; waft the th&039; fernal wherry

straught through the ke,

an&039; gie their hides a noble curry

wi&039; oil of aik!

as for the jurr-puir worthless body!

she&039;s got ischief enough already;

wi&039; stand hips, and buttocks bidy

she&039;s suffer&039;d sair;

but, ay she tle a woody,

if she wh-e air!