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And swore he with his eash should part,
Or instantly, with stabs and cuts,
He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts.
"O!' says Donald, spare my life,
For sake o' my poor weans and wife!
Hae, there's the cash; but wi' what shame
And grief maun I face friends at hame!
They'll no believe a word o't neither-
Lord help's, we're ruined a thegither!'
'Stop,' says the fellow, 'cease your crying ;
Your friends will not suppose you lying ;
They will believe what you say to them,
By evidence which you shall give them
From ever man I rob I've credit,
By giving me his hand I did it;
My comrades and I together,
This token give to one another;
So one of your hands must go with me
So take your choice, which shall it be
' My dog is gane and darling purse,
And now my hand-still worse and worse
Hae mercy on me "Donald prays,
I'll be a beggar a' my days.'
'No mercy for you, ' cried the wretch;
Come down wi't- I'll make quick dispatch
Or instantly, with stabs and cuts,
He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts.
"O!' says Donald, spare my life,
For sake o' my poor weans and wife!
Hae, there's the cash; but wi' what shame
And grief maun I face friends at hame!
They'll no believe a word o't neither-
Lord help's, we're ruined a thegither!'
'Stop,' says the fellow, 'cease your crying ;
Your friends will not suppose you lying ;
They will believe what you say to them,
By evidence which you shall give them
From ever man I rob I've credit,
By giving me his hand I did it;
My comrades and I together,
This token give to one another;
So one of your hands must go with me
So take your choice, which shall it be
' My dog is gane and darling purse,
And now my hand-still worse and worse
Hae mercy on me "Donald prays,
I'll be a beggar a' my days.'
'No mercy for you, ' cried the wretch;
Come down wi't- I'll make quick dispatch
