Death and Doctor Hornbook(3/4)
tify'd the part,
that when i looked to my dart,
it was sae blunt,
fient haet o't wad hae pierc'd the heart
of a kail-runt.
“i drew my scythe in sic a fury,
i near-hand cowpit wi' my hurry,
but yet the bauld apothecary
withstood the shock;
i might as weel hae tried a quarry
o' hard whin rock.
“ev'n them he canna get attended,
altho' their face he ne'er had kend it,
just—in a kail-blade, an' sent it,
as soon's he smells 't,
baith their disease, and what will mend it,
at once he tells 't.
“and then, a' doctor's saws an' whittles,
of a' dimensions, shapes, an' mettles,
a' kind o' boxes, mugs, an' bottles,
he's sure to hae;
their latin names as fast he rattles
as a b c.
“calces o' fossils, earths, and trees;
true sal-marinum o' the seas;
the farina of beans an' pease,
he has't in plenty;
aqua-fontis, what you please,
he can content ye.
“forbye some new, uncommon weapons,
urinus spiritus of capons;
or mite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings,
distill'd per se;
sal-alkali o' midge-tail clippings,
and mony mae.”
“waes me for johnie ged's hole now,”
h i, “if that thae news be true!
his braw calf-ward whare gowans grew,
sae white and bonie,
nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the plew;
they'll ruin johnie!”
the creature grain'd an eldritch laugh,
and says “ye needna yoke the pleugh,
kirkyards will soon be till'd eneugh,
tak ye nae fear:
they'll be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh,
in twa-three year.
“whare i kill'd ane, a fair strae-death,
by loss o' blood or want of breath
this night i'm free to tak my aith,
that hornbook's skill
has clad a s
that when i looked to my dart,
it was sae blunt,
fient haet o't wad hae pierc'd the heart
of a kail-runt.
“i drew my scythe in sic a fury,
i near-hand cowpit wi' my hurry,
but yet the bauld apothecary
withstood the shock;
i might as weel hae tried a quarry
o' hard whin rock.
“ev'n them he canna get attended,
altho' their face he ne'er had kend it,
just—in a kail-blade, an' sent it,
as soon's he smells 't,
baith their disease, and what will mend it,
at once he tells 't.
“and then, a' doctor's saws an' whittles,
of a' dimensions, shapes, an' mettles,
a' kind o' boxes, mugs, an' bottles,
he's sure to hae;
their latin names as fast he rattles
as a b c.
“calces o' fossils, earths, and trees;
true sal-marinum o' the seas;
the farina of beans an' pease,
he has't in plenty;
aqua-fontis, what you please,
he can content ye.
“forbye some new, uncommon weapons,
urinus spiritus of capons;
or mite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings,
distill'd per se;
sal-alkali o' midge-tail clippings,
and mony mae.”
“waes me for johnie ged's hole now,”
h i, “if that thae news be true!
his braw calf-ward whare gowans grew,
sae white and bonie,
nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the plew;
they'll ruin johnie!”
the creature grain'd an eldritch laugh,
and says “ye needna yoke the pleugh,
kirkyards will soon be till'd eneugh,
tak ye nae fear:
they'll be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh,
in twa-three year.
“whare i kill'd ane, a fair strae-death,
by loss o' blood or want of breath
this night i'm free to tak my aith,
that hornbook's skill
has clad a s
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