An’ to a higher schule;
Yere ain twa sons ’ill no’ be here
Till the hallow days o’ Yule.’
17.
17.2 ‘dool,’ grief.
‘O sorrow, sorrow, come mak’ my bed,
An’ dool come lay me doon!
For I’ll neither eat nor drink,
Nor set a fit on ground.’
18.
An’ to a higher schule;
Yere ain twa sons ’ill no’ be here
Till the hallow days o’ Yule.’
17.
17.2 ‘dool,’ grief.
‘O sorrow, sorrow, come mak’ my bed,
An’ dool come lay me doon!
For I’ll neither eat nor drink,
Nor set a fit on ground.’
18.