LVIII
‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie;
‘Trow ye aye to make a fule o’ me!
I’ll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,
Or he’s gae to Mortan Fair wi’ me.’—
‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie;
‘Trow ye aye to make a fule o’ me!
I’ll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,
Or he’s gae to Mortan Fair wi’ me.’—