There’s naething can ail me.’
8.
‘Your father an’ your mother is well,
But an’ your brothers three;
Your sister Lady Maisry’s well,
So big wi’ bairn gangs she.’
9.
9.2 ‘mailison,’ curse.
‘Gin this be true you tell to me,
My mailison light on thee!
There’s naething can ail me.’
8.
‘Your father an’ your mother is well,
But an’ your brothers three;
Your sister Lady Maisry’s well,
So big wi’ bairn gangs she.’
9.
9.2 ‘mailison,’ curse.
‘Gin this be true you tell to me,
My mailison light on thee!