THERE were once two widows that lived on a small bit o’ ground, which they rented from a farmer. Ane of them had two sons, and the other had ane; and by-and- by it was time for the wife that had twa sons to send them away to seeke their fortune. So she told her [...]

And many a hunting song they sung, And song of game and glee; Then tuned to plaintive strains their tongue, “Of Scotland’s luve and lee.” To wilder measures next they turn “The Black, Black Bull of Norroway!” Sudden the tapers cease to burn, The minstrels cease to play. “The Cout of Keeldar,” by J. Leyden. [...]