L EDDY .

" Y E'LL mount, gudeman; ye'll mount and ride;
Ye'll cross the burn syne doun the loch side,
Then up 'mang the hills, thro' the muir an' the heather,
An' join great Argyle where loyal men gather. "

Laird .

" Indeed, honest luckie, I think ye're no blate,
To bid loyal men gang ony sic gate;
For I'm gaun to fecht for true loyaltie,
Had the Prince ne'er anither, he still will hae me. "

L EDDY .

" About Charlie Stuart we ne'er could agree;
But dearie, for ance, be counselled by me;
Tak' nae pairt at a', bide quietly at hame,
An' ne'er heed a Campbell, McDonal', or Graham. "

Laird .

" Na, na, gudewife, for that winna do,
My Prince is in need, his friends they are few:
I aye lo'ed the Stuarts; I'll join them the day;
Sae gi'e me my boots, for my boots I will ha'e. "

L EDDY .

" Oh! saftly, gudeman, I think ye're gane mad;
I ha'e na the heart to preen on your cockaud;
The Prince, as ye ca'him, will never succeed;
Ye'll lose your estate, and may be your head! "

Laird .

" Come, cheer ye, my dear, an' dry up your tears!
I ha'e my hopes, an'I ha'e my fears;
But I'll raise my men, an' a' that is given,
To aid the gude cause — then leave it to Heaven! "

" But, haste ye now, haste ye, for I maun be gaun,
The mare's at the yett, the bugle is blawn;
Gi'e me my bannet, it's far in the day,
I'm no for a dish, there's nae time to stay. "

L EDDY .

" Oh dear! tak' but ane, it may do ye gude! "
But what ails the woman? she surely is wud!
She's lifted the kettle, but somehow it coup'd
On the legs o' the laird, wha roar'd and wha loup'd.

Laird .

" I'm brint, I'm brint, how cam' it this way?
I fear I'll no ride for mony a day, —
Send aff the men, and to Prince Charlie say,
My heart is wi' him, but I'm tied by the tae. "

The wily wife fleech'd, and the laird didna see
The smile on her cheek thro' the tear in her e'e —
" Had I kent the gudeman wad ha'e had siccan pain,
The kettle, for me, sud hae couped its lane! "