This last hour my legs have been fainting under me ; I 've a stitch in my side like a red-hot iron ; I cannae breathe right . If I die , ye 'll can forgive me , Alan ? In my heart , I liked ye fine -- even when I was the angriest . '' `` Wheesht , wheesht ! '' cried Alan . `` Dinna say that ! David man , ye ken -- '' He shut his mouth upon a sob . `` Let me get my arm about ye , '' he continued ; `` that 's the way ! Now lean upon me hard . Gude kens where there 's a house ! We 're in Balwhidder , too ; there should be no want of houses , no , nor friends ' houses here . Do ye gang easier so , Davie ? '' `` Ay , '' said I , `` I can be doing this way ; '' and I pressed his arm with my hand . Again he came near sobbing . `` Davie , '' said he , `` I 'm no a right man at all ; I have neither sense nor kindness ; I could nae remember ye were just a bairn , I couldnae see ye were dying on your feet ; Davie , ye 'll have to try and forgive me . '' `` O man , let 's say no more about it ! '' said I. `` We 're neither one of us to mend the other -- that 's the truth ! We must just bear and forbear , man Alan . O , but my stitch is sore ! Is there nae house ? ''
`` I 'll find a house to ye , XXXXX , '' he said , stoutly .
Alan Ay Balwhidder David Dinna bairn forbear kens right wheesht