“That ye may feast on the flesh oʼ kings, and flesh oʼ captains, and the flesh oʼ michty anes, and flesh oʼ horses, and oʼ thae that sit on them; and flesh oʼ aʼ, baith free and bond, baith smaʼ and great!”
And quoʼ I tae him, “My lord, ye ken!” And quoʼ he tae me, “Thir are the anes that cam oot oʼ sair and unco tossins‐aboot, and hae made their cleedin white iʼ the blude oʼ the Lamb.
Eftir this I lookit, and see! an unco number, that nae man could tell, oot oʼ aʼ nations and kith, and folk, and speech, stude afore the Thron, and fornent the Lamb, dinkʼt in white, wiʼ palms iʼ their hauns.