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MITHER. Wa, Sawny man, what's come o'er 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 ? thy een reel like a wild cats and the sweat is boiling o‘er thy nose : thou‘s witcht| thou's witcht O men what will I do ?

Bock, bock gaed Sawny; but it could na win up for bubbles and herring-banee. Oh, quo he, Veep me in my bed, for my days will soon be done : a curse on your cour- ting, wauk for it has killed me : and wives are but wicked things I ken by the same.

MITHER, O dole, dele! my bairn has gotten poison for the smell o‘t is like to poison me.

SAWNY Gin herring and het ale be poison there'll no be mony left alive. Bock, bock, Oh, quo Sawny, the bed is filed.

MITHER. O my bairn?, thou was aye a cleanly bairn till now, thou‘s surely lost thy sences when thou files where thou lies like the brute beasts: then never did the like of this before, since; thou left cackieng o' the cradle.

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