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 aneeance [sic] fairly aff the fodder, I’ll be cast into a hole of a house by mysel, where I’ll just lye and break my heart, and weary myself to death; but an I eouldcould [sic] get a bit honest weaver, a eobblercobbler [sic], or some auld tailor by the tail, I would taekletackle [sic] to him yet, let the country elashclash [sic] as they please about it.

Sawny. A well, a well mither, tak your ain flight, there’s nae fool like an auld fool; for the morn I’ll be aff or on wi’ the hissie I hae in hand.

So on the morrow Sawny got all his claes cleaned, his hair camed and greased with butter, and his faccface [sic] as clean as if the cat had liekedlicked [sic] it, and away he goes singing.

Now poor Sawny, although he sang, he was as pale as a ghost from the grave; his faeeface [sic] was whitely white, like a weel bleached dishclout, and he looked as if he had been eaten and spued again; but at length he came to the bride’s door, and in he goes with a brattle, crying, how’s all here the day? and what’s comed of thy mither lassie? O Saunders, quo the bride she’s awa to the town: what came of ye yesterday, she waited