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12 Gie her a man, the ill thief stap a gowk n her arse irst that is may cry cuckow whene’er she speaks o’t, she can do nae- hing but scour ladies piss pots an’ keep the fire, haith she’s o’er gentle brought up to be a poor man's penny worth.
 * clean their tirliewirlies that hangs about

Heigh how, co’ Spwny, an’ it’s een a great pity, for she’s a weel faa’d lufty hissy. I had a great kindness for her

Matty. A weel-a-wat she’s nae iingle- ail’d, she may be a caff-bed to a good fallo w ; bnt an’ thou had feen me at her a hynd in a Dubbyside could lay a cur- oen to a creel wi’ me ; the fient a fallow in a’ Fife but I would have laid on the braid o’ his back and a’ his gear upper- most; I was nae chicken to chatter wi’ indeed, laddie; I had a pair o’ cheeks like a chapman’s a—-e, and a flank tike an ox, fae had I een.
 * ige I was a sturdy gimmer. there was nae

Sawny. Nae doubt, co’ Sawny, but ye 1 had a pair o’ beefy buttocks, for vour very cheeks hang like leather bags to to this very day ; but I’ll tell you what I’m gaun to say; do you think that your Kate wad tak me an’ I would come to court her.