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Mither. O dole, dole, my bairn has gotten poison, for the frnell o’t is like to poison me.

Sawny Gin herrin and her ale be poison, there’ll no monv be left alive. Back co’ Sawny the bed’s fill’d.

Mither. My bairn. thou was ay a cleanly bairn until now, thou’s surely lost thy senses. when thou files where thou lies, as the brute beasts does, thou never did the like of this before, since thou left off cacking in the cradle.

PART III.

POOR Sasvnv had a terrible night,. with a fair head and a sick heart his een stood in his head, his wame cad- dled like ony milk cows, and his pud- dings croaked like a wheen paddocks in a pond his mither rocket an’ wrang her hands crying a wae be to the wife that last brew’d it, for I hae lost a well fos-