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Página xxvi
Sae she got the water , and took it hame to her mother ; and she heard nae mair
o ' the padda till that nicht , when , as she and her mother were sitting by the
fireside , what do they hear but the puir padda at the outside o ' the door , singing
wi ...
Sae she got the water , and took it hame to her mother ; and she heard nae mair
o ' the padda till that nicht , when , as she and her mother were sitting by the
fireside , what do they hear but the puir padda at the outside o ' the door , singing
wi ...
Página xxvii
Says the mother , · What noise is that at the door , dauchter ? ' — Hout l ' says the
lassie , it's naething but a filthy padda ! — Open the door , ' says the mother , “ to
the puir padda . ' Sae the lassie opened the door , and the padda cam loup ...
Says the mother , · What noise is that at the door , dauchter ? ' — Hout l ' says the
lassie , it's naething but a filthy padda ! — Open the door , ' says the mother , “ to
the puir padda . ' Sae the lassie opened the door , and the padda cam loup ...
Página xxviii
In illustration of the same subjects , Mr Leyden mentions a rhyming narrative ,
which he himself heard in the nursery . It beginsThe frog sat in the mill - door ,
spin - spin - spinning , When by came the little mouse , rin - rin - rinning . The
mouse ...
In illustration of the same subjects , Mr Leyden mentions a rhyming narrative ,
which he himself heard in the nursery . It beginsThe frog sat in the mill - door ,
spin - spin - spinning , When by came the little mouse , rin - rin - rinning . The
mouse ...
Página xxxix
I cannot help thinking , that this has been a sacred imitation of the rhyme which ,
in my own youth , was cried by boys at the doors of the good burgesses of
Peebles , for the purpose of calling forth the beneficent gift of an oatcake from the
...
I cannot help thinking , that this has been a sacred imitation of the rhyme which ,
in my own youth , was cried by boys at the doors of the good burgesses of
Peebles , for the purpose of calling forth the beneficent gift of an oatcake from the
...
Página xl
Aiken brake at barnes door . . What horse in the towne Shall I ride on ? Come all
your old malt to me , Come all your old malt to me ; And ye sall have the draff
again , Though all our dukes should die . Thy love liggs sore bund and a ' . The
reill ...
Aiken brake at barnes door . . What horse in the towne Shall I ride on ? Come all
your old malt to me , Come all your old malt to me ; And ye sall have the draff
again , Though all our dukes should die . Thy love liggs sore bund and a ' . The
reill ...
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