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 a sodger's lady's hoop, they hobble when she shakes, and her paps play nidity nod when she gangs; I ken by her keeking she has a conceit o' me.

Mither. But Sawney man, an thou see her mither Matty in the town, auld Be-go laddie as you ca' her, gi'e her a dram, she lik'st weel; spout ye a mutchkin of molash in her cheek, ye'll get her mind, and speed the better.

Sawny. But mither, how sud I do when I gang to court her, will I kiss her, an cantittle her and fling her o'er as the chiels does the hizzies among the hay. I seen them gang o'er ither, and o'er ither, and when they grip them by the wame, they' cry like a maukin when the dogs is worrying them.

Mither. Hout awa, daft dog that thou is, that's no the gate; thou maun gang in wi' braw gude manners, and something manfu', put on a Sunday's face and sigh as ye were a saint; sit down beside her, as ye were a Mess John; keek ay till her now and then wi' a stolen look, and haud your mouth as mim, and grave as a May-paddock, or a whore at a christning; crack weel o' our wealth, and hide our poverty.