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 COALMAN'S COURTSHIP. 17 erd bairn, wi' their ſtinking-ſtuff, a meikle de'il ding the doup out o'er their La dron, my curſe come on them and their whiſky pots, it's brunt him alive, ty, ay my bairn he's gone. But about the break of day, his wind brak like the bruſting of a bladder: O happy deliverance ! cry'd Marry his mi- her, tho' dirt bodes luck, and foul farts file the blankets, I wiſh ne'er war be Trang uſ. The next thing that did ſawny good, was three mutchkins o, milk made into thin brofe, and a fine pickle pepper in them, yet he had a ſoughing in his lugs like a ſaw mill, and every thing gade round about wi' him that day, then his mither got him, Jout of bed in the muckle chair, a pair of blankets about his ſhouldiers, a cod at his back. and a het brick to his ſoles, to gar him trow he was nae well: and there he fat like a lying-in-wife, cracking like a Hollander, and eat twa dead herrin and a cruſt, telling a' the outs and ins about his bridal, and whan it was to be ; for he had gotten every body's conſent but the bride's about it. Mirher. But Sawny mun, that's the main thing, ye maun he that too.