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4 John’s mither told him the road where to go, and what to say, and accordingly he sets out wi’ his Sunday coat on, and a’ his braws, and a pair of new pillonian breeks o’ hist[l s ers making. In he cemes and own his errand before he would sit hedw,—says good day to you, goodman, what are you a’ doing here? I am wanting a wife, an yere a flesher, and has a gude sorting aside you; my mither says ye can sair me or onybody like me, what say ye till't, goodman? How mony dochters hae ye? Are they a' married yet ? I would fain tak a look o’ some o' them gin ye like.

A wow, said the goodwife, come in by, honest lad, and rest ye, an ye be a wooer sit down and gie’s a snuff—A deed, goodwife, I hae nae mills but my mither’s, and it’s at hame.—Whare win ye, I’se no ken ye? I wat, quoth he, my name’s Jock Sandyman, and they ca’ me Simple John the sack weaver. I hae nae tocher but my loom, a pirn-wheel, a kettle, pat, a brass pan, twa pigs, four cogs, and a