Man, Robert, she was heir general to the province, baith the Lordship o' Gallowa' and the Earldom o' Wigton, for thae twa can gang to a lassie.

But as soon as the twa laddies were oot o' the road, Fat Jamie o' Avondale cam' into the Yerldom o' Douglas and a' the Douglasdale estates, forbye the Borders and the land in the Hielands.

Wae's me for Ninian Halliburton, merchant and indweller in Dumfries, he'll never see hilt or hair o' his guid siller gin that wee lassie be lost.

Man, Sholto, is't no an awfu' peety ?" During this lamentation, to which his nephew paid little attention, looking only from side to side as they three rode among the willows by the waterside, the other merchant, Robert Semple, had been pondering deeply.
"How could she be lost in this country of Galloway ?" he said, "a land where there are naught but Douglases and men bound body and soul to the Douglas, from Solway even to the Back Shore o' Leswalt?
'Tis just no possible--I'll wager that it is that Hieland gipsy Mistress Lindesay that has some love ploy on hand, and has gane aff and aiblins ta'en the lass wi' her for company." At these words Sholto twisted about in his saddle, as if a wasp had stung him suddenly.
"Master Semple," he said, "I would have you speak more carefully.
Mistress Lindesay is a baron's daughter and has no love ploys, as you are pleased to call them." The two burgesses shook with jolly significant laughter, which angered Sholto exceedingly.
"Your mirth, sirs, I take leave to tell you, is most mightily ill timed," he said, "and I shall consider myself well rid of your company." He was riding away when his uncle set his hand upon the bridle of Sholto's jennet.
"Bide ye, wild laddie," he said, "there is nae service in gaun aff like a fuff o' tow.

My freend here meaned to speak nae ill o' the lass.