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 my Lord, it's no my a— it's but de hen's. I mean. O but, said he, bride, it's the fashion for every one to eat off their own plate; 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, pride-fu' jade, she thinks that we sud mak the fish a' alike be-go, my Lord, she thinks we sud mak the haddies a' like herrin'. 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. Dinner being over, my Lord desired the bride to dance. Indeed, my Lord, I canna dance ony, but I'll gar my wame wallop fornent yours, and then rin round about as fast as I can. Very well bride, said my Lord, that will do; we shall neither kiss nor shake hands, but I'll bow to you, and ye'll beck to me, and so we'll have done. After dinner and dancing, my Lord advised the bride to be a good neighbour, and to 'gree well with every body round about. I wat well my Lord, said she, ye ken I did never cast out wi' nae body but lang Pate o de Pans, an he was a' de wyte oʻt; it began wi' a hiertieing, an'a jamfing me about Sandy, the black stanes and the crab holes, where the wean was gotten, an then it turn'd to a hub-buban'cully-shangy, an or e'er you wad said Jock Robson, we were aboon ither on the mussel-midden. I trow I tell'd him o his feif-titty it steal'd de sarks and