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 the men's legs or they married them, and the weel-legged loons gade ay best aff.)

So Sawny cam swaggering through a the shell wives, but she wasna there, but coming down the town beneath guard, meets auld be-go just in the teeth, an she cries, Hey laddie, my dow,  your mither honest Mary? Thank you, co' Sawny, she's meat heal, aye working some; how's a' at hame, is and the laddie weel.

Mat. Fu' weel, my dow: you're a braw soncy dog grown, a wally fa' me gin kend ye.

Come, come, quo' Sawny, and I'll ye a nossuck to heat your wame,  a cauld day, and ye are my  kintrywoman.

Na, fair fa' you, Sawny, I'll no a dram is better the day than a clap on the arse with a cauld shule, sae follow me my dow.

So awa' she took me, quo' Sawny, down a lang stair, to ane of the bow-houses beneath the yird where it was as mirk as in a coal-heugh, and they had great fire; Sweet be wi' me co' Sawny, for it miudsminds [sic] me of the ill part! and great pot like a little cauldron, seething broth and roasting flesh