There for the present we must leave him.
CHAPTER VIII.
“The lasses o’ Carel are weel-shap’d an’ bonny,
But he that wad win yen mun brag of his gear,
You may follow and follow till heart sick and weary—
To get them needs siller and fine claes to wear.
“They’ll catch at a reed cwoat leyke as monie mack’rel,
And jump at a fop, or even lissen a fuil,
Just brag of an uncle that’s got heaps of money,