John Lowe, Rigs o' barley (1821)
“ She lifted up her waukening een, To see from whence the voice might be, and there she saw her Sandie stand, Pale, bending on her his hollow ee! O Mary, dear, lament nae mair, I'm in death thraws below the sea ”
John Lowe, Rigs o' barley (1821)
“ She lifted up her waukening een, To see from whence the voice might be, and there she saw her Sandie stand, Pale, bending on her his hollow ee! O Mary, dear, lament nae mair, I'm in death thraws below the sea ”