But, fare-you-weel, auld Nickie-ben!
O wad ye tak’ a thought an’ men’!
Ye aiblins might—I dinna ken—
Still hae a stake—
I’m wae to think upo’ yon den,
E’en for your sake!
Miss Taylor: Most confusing.
Walter Scott (moving from his book to Mrs. Stewart): Have you any more of his poems, ma’am?
Mrs. Stewart: I have his book, Walter.
Walter Scott: I wish I could read it.