...cradle at hame be the fairer spread up— not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid — and make...ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words ye'lj ev«r hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the botiuy woods...

...braw cradle at hame be the hirer spread up ; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry or to the babe that's yet to be born ; God forbid ; and make them...better folk than their father. And now ride e'en your wajs, for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies ipeak and this is the last reise that...

...to be born—God forbid—and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father.—And now, ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words...last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.n So saying, she broke the sapling she held in her hand, and flung it into the road. Margaret...

...spread up— not that I am wishing ill to lilt» Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born—God forbid— and make them kind to the poor, and better...ride e'en your ways; for these are the last words ye'U ever hew Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise lint I'll ever cut in the bonny woods...

...hame be the fairer spread up — not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that 's yet to be born. God forbid — and make them kind...folk than their father ! And now, ride e'en your ways j for these are the last words ye '11 ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that...

...fort" . . . "the wife and the babe, that ye have turned out o' their Wie tí bielde" . . . "God . . . make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father." Pathos with dignity can do no more. From sound to rhythm is perhaps scarcely a distinguishable transition;...

...fairer spread up— not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be bom — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor, and...ride e'en your ways: for these are the last words ye'U ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the Ьопиу...

...cradle at hame be the fairer spread up ! — Not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them...ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words ye '11 ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I '11 ever cut in the bonny woods...

...blackcock in the muirs ! Ride your ways, Ellangowan ! Our ways, for these are the last words ye '11 ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I '11 ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan." So saying, she broke the sapling she held in her...

...cradle at hame be the fairer spread up ! Not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than thcir father ! And now, ride e'en your ways, for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies...