He was my ain babe, my ain Anerew, and ye gae him to me yersel'.

And noo he's for the finger o' scorn to pint at; an ootcast an' a wan'erer frae his ain country, an' daurna come within sicht o' 't for them 'at wad tak' the law o' 'm.

An' it's a' drink--drink an' ill company! He wad hae dune weel eneuch gin they wad only hae latten him be.

What for maun men be aye drink-drinkin' at something or ither?
I never want it.

Eh! gin I war as young as whan he was born, I wad be up an' awa' this verra nicht to luik for him.