Part 56 (2/2)

I'll gar you sing Port-youl

That is, cry, weep:--

”I'll ht to rule, And cause the up Port-yeull”

--_Haet a better fore-speaker than you for nought

Ill getting het water frae 'neath cauld ice

I'll gie ye a bane to pike that will haud your teeth gaun

I will give you work to do which will keep you busy for a tiie ye a sark fu' o' sair banes

A shi+rtful of sore bones: _vulgariter_, a thrashi+ng

I'll gie ye let-a-bee for let-a-bee, like the bairns o' Kelty

That is, he will give as good as he gets ”Let-a-bee for let-a-bee,”

generally speaking, is expressive of mutual forbearance; but the ”bairns o' Kelty” reversed the usual ear ne'er prospered

I'll haud the grip I've got

”'When ye hae gotten the better o' the sore stroke o' the sudden re us, ye'll do everything in a rational and just s, otten'”--_The Entail_

Ill hearing

Ill herds mak fat tods

I'll keep myup maks mony thieves

Answered by people who are blamed for breach of confidence

I'll learn you to lick, for suppin's dear

Ill-less, gude-less, like the priests' holy water