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(19) that I will not, ſaid he, if it be as you tell'd me; bout my Lord, it’s no my arſe, it’s but de hen’s I mean; O but ſaid he bride, it‘s the faſhion to every one to eat off their own teacher; you may get more ſauce, I can manage all mine myſelf; indeed, my Lord, I thought ye liket me better than ony body; O but, ſaid he, I love myſelf better than you bride; Deed my Lord, I think ye're the beſt body, about the house for your Lady’s but a ſtinking pridefu' jade, ſhe thinks that we fud make the fiſh a alike, be go, my Lord ſhe thinks that we fud ſhape them as the hens do their eggs wi’ deir arſe, O bride, ſaid he, you ſhould not ſpeak ill of my lady, for ſhe hears you very well; O deed my Lord, I had nae mind o’ that; a well then, ſaid he, drink to me or them ye like beſt; then here’s to you a’ de gither, arſe o er head. Very well ſaid, ſays my Lord, that’s good ſenſe or ſomething like it.

Dinner being over, my Lord deſired the bride to dance; Indeed my Lord, I canna dance any, but I'll gar my wame wollop fornent yours, and then run round about as faſt as I can; very well, ſaid he bride that will juſt do, we ſhall neither kiſs nor ſhake hands, but I'll bow to you, and ye’ll back to me, and ſo we'll have done.

Now after dinner and dancing, my Lord exhorted the bride to be a good neighbour, and to agree well wi’ every body round about; I wat well my Lord, ye ken I never caſt out wi’ nae body, but lang Pate o‘ the Pans as he was a de wyte o’t it began wi’ a ſnicring, and jamphing me about Sandy, de blackſtanes and the crab hole, where the wean was gotten and then it turn'd to a hub bub and a holly flangy, an‘ or you caſt ſue kiſs my arſe—, my Lord; we were aboon ither off the muſſel midden, I true I tell’d him o' Randy Rob his uncle, his seif titty it ſteal’d de ſarks