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19 be that poor, they sudna get nae weans and they wadna be fash’d fyne.

Sawny Ha, ha, mither the poor fouk is like the lice, ay when they meet they marry and maks mair o’ them. An’ I think the ministers might 'christ- en their bits o’ weans for naething, the water’s nae sae scant; they’re well paid for their preaching, and may very well baith marry and christen a’ the poor fouks weans into the bargian, by way of a mags.

Mitber. Ay, ay, my naan Sawny, marriage is a sweet thing, for young fouks and the bed undefiled,

Sawny. What the vengeance, mither, | do you think that a body is to file the ! bed every night because they do it ance.

Mither, Na, na,that’s no what I mean, its the happiness that fouk has that’s mar- ried; besides the wearid lonesome life it I ha’e, lying, tumbling and grunting in a bed my lane: O sirs! but a man in a bed be an usefu’ body, an’ it were but to claw ane’s back, as for a body’s fore- side they can claw it them themselves.

Sawny, Aha, Mither, mither, ye ha’e fund a string again, I think ye might a wanted a’ your days when ye wanted fae ,