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Holyoake, of Little Aliie, kindly lent me his Sunday coat 

 to ride in, and I went on in agony until we found a fox, 

 when I had to crawl slowly home, and sent back Holy- 

 oake's coat with a bottle of champagne in the pocket." 



We had from him a very old Scotch song, alluded to in 

 the journals of Sir Walter Scott, Bart., as having been 

 sung in his presence about the beginning of this century, 

 and it was sung on festive occasions by Sir Eobert Menzies,- 

 Bart.. when at'^Oxford in 1839 : 



Hame cam' the gudemau at 'eeu, 



And liame cam' he, 

 And he spied a great coit 



Whar' a great coit should na be. 

 " How cam' that great coit here 



Without the leave of me ? " 

 " Great coit ! " quoth she. " Aye, great coit ! " quoth he. 



" Blind may ye be, 

 It is but a leetle blanket 



My mither sent to me ! " 

 " Far ha' I ridden, and farther ha' I been, 



But blankets wi' buttons on 

 I niver see'danane." 



Hame cam' the gudeman at 'een, 



And hame cam' he, 

 And he spied a pair o' buits 



WLar' a pair o' buits should na' be. 

 " How cam' them buits here 



Withoiit the leave of me ? " 

 " Buits ! " quoth she. "Aye, buits ! " quoth he. 



" Blind may ye be, 

 They are but a pair o' milkpails 



My mither sent to me." 

 " Far ha' I ridden, and farther ha' I been, 



But milkpails wi' sj^urs on 

 I uiver see'd an ane." 



Hame cam' the gudeman at 'een, 



And hame cam' he. 

 And he spied a man 



Whar a man should na be. 

 " How cam' that man here 



Without the leave of me ? " 



