XXII
But Dickie’s heart it grew sae grit[1248],
That the ne’er a bit o’t he dought to[1249] eat—
Then he was aware of in auld peat-house,
Where a’ the night he thought for to sleep
But Dickie’s heart it grew sae grit[1248],
That the ne’er a bit o’t he dought to[1249] eat—
Then he was aware of in auld peat-house,
Where a’ the night he thought for to sleep