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whup, I kend my mither wad ride yet, for I‘ve seen her sit waggan tbk long time,

MITHER. A dear Sawny man, an‘ thou were anot fairly aff the fedder, I‘ll be cast; into a hole o' a house mysel, where I‘ll j«ft lie and break my heart and weary my- self to dead, but an I could get a bit honest weaver a cobler, or some auld taylor by the tail, I would tackle to him yet, let the country clash as they please about it.

SAWNY A well, a well, mither, tak yaur ain flight there's nae fool like an auld fool' for the morn I'll be aff or on wi the hiffy I hae in hand.

So on the morrow Sawny got a' his claises clean, his hair comb'd and greas'd wi butter and his face as clean as if the cat had licked it; aud away he goes singing —

I will buy a pund of woo'.

I will wash't and make a plaidy:

I'm gaun o'er the moor to woo,

Carlin, is your daughter ready ?

Now poor Sawny, although he sang, was as pale as a ghost from the grave, his face was whitly white, like a weel bleach'd dish clout, and he look'd as if he had been eaten and soued again: but at length he came to the bride's door, and in he goes wi a brattle crying, How's a' here the day ? and what