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 Mither. Wa Sawny, man, what'a come o’e thee now? thou hast gotten skaith, some auld wife has witcht thee, or the deil has dung thee o’er in some dirty midden; where hast thou been, or what hast thou seen; thae een reel like a wild cat’s, and the sweat is hailing o’er thy nose; thou’s witehtwitcht [sic], thou’s witch’t, O man, what will I do.

Bock, boekbock [sic], gaed Sawney; but it eouldcould [sic] na win up for bubbles and herrin banes. Oh, quo’ he, keep me in my bed for my days will soon be done; a eursecurse [sic] on your courting wark, for it has killed me, and wives are but wicked things, I ken by the same.

Mither. O dole, dole, my bairn has gotten poison, for the smell of it is like to poison me.

Sawny. Gin herring and het ale be poison, there’ll no be mony left alive. Bock, boekbock [sic], Oh, quo, SawncySawney [sic] the bed’s filed!

Mither. O my bairn, thou was ay a eleanlycleanly [sic] bairn till now; thou’s surely lost thy senses when thou files whcrewhere [sic] thou lies, like the brutcbrute [sic] bcastsbeasts [sic]: thou ncvcrnever [sic] did the like of this before sineesince [sic] thou left rocking of the cradle.

a Sawny had a terrible night o’t, wi a