10．“Ride your ways, ” said the gipsy, “ride your ways, Laird of Ellangowan, ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram! This day have ye quenched seven smoking hearths; see if the fire in your ain parlor burn the blyther for that! Ye have riven the thack off seven cottar houses;look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster! Ye may stable your stirksin the shealings at Derncleugh; see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan! Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram! what do ye glowrafter our folk for? There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger......

11．“Ride your ways, Ellangowan! Our bairns are hanging at our weary backs; look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up! Not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born; God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father! And now, ride éen your ways, for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reisethat I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.”