But well thou playedst the housewife's No braver chief could Albion boast And all thy threads with magic art Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent. He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; 45 50 5 And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repelled; And ever, as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried "Adieu!" At length, his transient respite past, No poet wept him; but the page That tells his name, his worth, his age, 40 45 50 200 'Twad be owre lang a tale to tell In comes a gawsie,26 gash27 guidwife An' sits down by the fire, Syne28 draws her kebbuck29 an' her knife; The lasses they are shyer: The auld guidmen about the grace Frae side to side they bother, Till some ane by his bonnet lays, Waesucks!31 for him that gets nae lass, Or lasses that hae naething! 211 215 220 225 13 packs. 7 tavern. 10 pint-mug. 14 small-beer. 32 soil. 11 good luck to! 30 gives it to them. 1 next. 2 babbles. a fellow. 4 cunningly. partly. all through the house. 8 ale-cup. 9 cakes. 12 learning. 16 corner. 15 tickle. 17 roaring. 28 then. 31 alas. 34 rope. 33 cheese-rind. 37 gaps in the hedge. 38 young fellows. 230 |