Sae there cam on a skirling and jumping wind and rain, and we a' gat under a tree, the yowes and the dogs and Glenfernie and Drummielaw and me.
Then we changed gude day and they went on gabbing.

And 'Nae,' says Glenfernie, 'I am nae lawyer and I am nae sodger.

Jamie wad be the last, but brithers may love and yet be thinking far apairt.

The best friend I hae in the warld is a sodger, but I'm thinking I hae lost the knack o' fechting.

When you lose the taste you lose the knack.'" "I's fearing," said Thomas, "that he's lost the taste o' releegion!" "Eh," exclaimed Jenny Barrow, "but he's a bonny big man! He came by yestreen, and I thought, 'For a' there is sae muckle o' ye, ye look as though ye walked on air!'" Thomas groaned.