To the castle, man, or I'll kilt my coats and be there afore you to shame ye!" "I go, mother," said Sholto, trying vainly to stem the torrent of denunciation which poured upon him; "I came only to see that all was well with you." "And what for should a' be weel wi' me?
What can be ill wi' me, if it be not to gang on leevin' when the noblest young men in the warld--the lad that was suckled at my bosom, lies cauld in the clay.

Awa wi' ye, Sholto MacKim, and come na back till ye hae rowed every traitor in the same bloody windin' sheet!" The foster mother of the Douglases sank on the ground in the dusk, leaning against the wall of her house.

She held her face in her hands and sobbed aloud, "O Willie, Willie Douglas, mair than ony o' my ain I loed ye.

Bonny were ye as a bairn.

Bonny were ye as a laddie.