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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, its but de hen’s I mean; O but, said he bride, its the fashion to every one to eat off their own trencher; you may get more sauce, I can manage all mine myself; indeed, my Lord, I thought ye liket me better than ony bo- dy; 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 pride- fu’ jade, she thinks that we sud mak the fish a’ alike, be go, my Lord, she thinks that we sud 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 ony, but I'll gar my wame wallop foment yours, and then rin 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 hiertieing, and jamphing me about Sandy, de black- stanes and de crab holes, where de wean was gotten, and then it turnd to a hub bub and and a colly shangy, an' or you wad said kiss my a—, my Lord, we were aboon ither on the mussel midden, I true I tell'd him o' Randy Rob his uncle, his seif titty it steal'd de sarks