[60] Fire. [61] Foaming ale. [62] Shoemaker. [63] Roar. [64] Rode carelessly. [65] Ghosts, bogies. [66] Owls. [67] Was smothered. [68] Crevice, or hole. [69] Twopenny ale. [70] Whisky. [71] Drink. [72] Frothed, mounted. [73] A small old coin. [74] Window-seat. [75] Shaggy dog. [76] Made them scream. [77] Shake. [78] Spell. [79] Irons. [80] Mouth. [81] Stared. [82] Caught hold of each other. [83] Old hag. [84] Reeked with heat. [85] Cast off. [86] Clothes. [87] Tripped. [88] Chemise. [89] Greasy flannel. [90] Manufacturers' term for linen woven in a reed of 1700 divisions. [91] Breeches. [92] Gallows-worthy. [93] Wean. [94] A crutch--a stick with a crook. [95] Quoted from Allan Ramsay. [96] Barley. [97] Short shift or shirt. [98] Very coarse linen. [99] Proud. [100] Bought. [101] Cower--sink. [102] Loses. [103] Fuss. [104] Hive. [105] Unearthly. BRUCE TO HIS MEN AT BANNOCKBURN Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's pow'r-- Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freemen stand, or freemen fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By our sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!-- Let us do or die! HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom! As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay That wraps my Highland Mary! Oh pale, pale now those rosy lips, I aft hae kissed so fondly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance, That dwelt on me sae kindly; And moldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.