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 I wonder gin it be true? Od, I na’er got sic fun: what will’t be, think ye? how auld am I mither? do you think I eouldcould [sic] man a hissy yet? fegs I have a mind to try; but the saucy hissies will na hae me, I ken weel enough.

Mither. Say you lad, ay mony a hungry heart wad be blythe o’ you, but there was never a sea’dsca’d [sic] Jockey but there was a seabbedscabbed [sic] Jenny till him yet: dinna be sear’dscar’d [sic] lad.

Sawny. A heehhech [sic], mither, I’se no be lordly an I sud tak a beggar wife aff the hi’ gate; but I’l tell ye something that I’m ay thinking on, but ye maun na tell the neihbours, for the chiels wad aye jaw me wi’t.

Mither. Wad I tell o’ thee lad ? I wad tell o’ mysel as soon.

Sawny. Do ye mind mither, that day I gade to the Pans I came in by auld Mattie’s your countrywoman, the Fife wife, it eam’cam’ [sic] out o’ the town ye eamcam [sic] frae, the wife that says Be-go laddies, I gade there, an she was uneounco [sic] kind, and made me fat brose out of the lee side o’ her kailpot: there was baith beef and paunches in’t; od they smell'd like ony haggis, and shined a’ like a gould fae’d waiscoat: fegs I suppit till I was like to rive o' them and had a rift o’ them the morn a’ day; when I came out I had a kite like a cow wi’ calf; she spiered for you, mither, and