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 Sawny.A' mither, mither, ye ha'e f a string again; I think ye might a want a' your days when ye fasted sae lang; ha'e plenty o' baith milk and meal, sn an' tobacco, but ye smell at the crack  the whip. I kend my mither wad ride y for I seen her sit wagging this lang time.

Mither. A dear, Sawny man, au' th were ance fairly aff the fodder, I'll casten into a hole of a house by myse where I'll just ly and break my heart, an weary mysel' to dead: but an' I cou'd g a bit honest weaver, a cobler, or so auld taylor by the tail, I wad tickle to hi vet, let the country clash as they plea about it.

Sawny. A-well, a-well then, mither, to your ain flight; there's nae fool to an auld fool, for the morn Ise be either aff or wi' the hissy I ha'e on hand.

So in the morning Sawny got a' his clai clean, his hair cam'd and greas'd wi' butter and his face as clean as the cat had licket it and away he goes singing.