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"Where's a' their boastfu' preaching now,
Against their king and law,
When mony a head in death lies low,
And mony mae maun fa'?”
Ay, but death lasts no for aye, Ladye,
For tho grave maun yield its prey;
And when we meet on the verge of heaven,
We'll see wha are fools that day:
“We'll see wha looks in their Saviour's face,
With holiest joy and pride,
Whether they who shed his servant's blood,
Or those that for him died.
"I wadna be the highest dame
That ever this country knew,
And take my chance to share the doom
Of that persecuting crew.
"Then ca'us na 'rebel gang,' Ladye,
Nor take us fools to be.
For there isna ane of a' that gang,
Wad change his state wi' thee.'
"O weel may you be, my poor Janet,
May blessings on you combine!
The better you are in either state,
Tho less shall I repine;
"But wi' your fightings and your faith,
Your ravings and your rage,
There you have lost a leal helpmate,
In the blossom of his age.
