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[2] Morrow.
[3] Stagger.
[4] Fluttering.
[5] Fire-place.
[6] Presently.
[7] Drive, _i.e._, with shouting or calling.
[8] Attentive.
[9] Requiring judgment.
[10] Brave, fine, handsome.
[11] De'posite, _for_ depos'it.
[12] Dear-won, hard-earned.
[13] Money-wages.
[14] Enquires.
[15] _Unknown_ things, news.
[16] Makes.
[17] Diligent.
[18] Trifle.
[19] Half.
[20] In, into the room.
[21] Talks.
[22] Bashful.
[23] Unwilling, shy.
[24] What is _left_, rest.
[25] Sup; _here_, milk.
[26] White-faced cow.
[27] Part.i.tion wall.
[28] Carefully kept.
[29] Cheese.
[30] Tasty.
[31] Twelvemonth.
[32] Since flax was in flower.
[33] Hall-Bible.
[34] Grey, greyish.
[35] Temples, _here_ temple-locks.
[36] Chooses.
[37] Feeds, nourishes.
XXIX. THE LAND O' THE LEAL.
LADY NAIRN.--1766-1845.
I'm wearin' awa', John, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, John; There's neither cauld nor care, John; The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, John; She was baith gude and fair, John; And oh! we grudg'd her sair To the land o' the leal.
But sorrow's sel' wears past, John, And joy's a-comin' fast, John, The joy that's aye to last In the land o' the leal.
Sae dear that joy was bought, John, Sae free the battle fought, John, That sinfu' man e'er brought To the land o' the leal.
Oh! dry your glistening e'e, John, My soul langs to be free, John, And angels beckon me To the land o' the leal.
Oh! haud ye leal and true, John, Your day it's wearin' through, John, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal.
Now fare-ye weel, my ain John, This warld's cares are vain, John, We'll meet, and we'll be fain In the land o' the leal.
_Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good-morning_.
MRS. BARBAULD.--1743-1825.
