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 21              see as it wage, but it's a bit o' some dead beast. O yes, said he, bride, you have hit it now; but how came you to eat with your gloves on? In- deed, my Lord, there's a reason for dat too; I              scabbed hands.--O, said he, I cannot believe you. She pulled off a part of the glove, and shewed him. O yes, said he, I see it is so. Acha, said she, but I wish ye saw my a--e, my              Lord, it's a' in ac hotter. O fy, William, said my Lord, I wonder you don't teach your daugh- ter to speak with more modesty. Be my sae, my              Lord, ye may as well kiss her a--e. I find so, said my Lord, but it is for want of a teacher. The next dish that was set on the table, was roasted hens: and the bride's portion being laid on her plate, she says to my Lord, Will ye let me dip my fowl a--e amang vour sauce? Upon my word said my Lord, I will not, if it he as you tell me. Hute, my Lord said the bride, it's nae my a--e, it's but de hen's I mean.–-O but said he, it's the fashion for every one to eat off their own trencher, you may get more sauce, I can manage my own myself. Indeed, my Lord, said she, I thought you liket me better nor ony ither body True, said he, but I like you should not speak ill of my Lady, for she hears myself best: Deed, my Lord, I think ye're the best body about the house, for your Lady's but a stinking pride- fu' jade, she think that we sud 'mak de fish an              de haddies a' alike; be-go, my Lord, she thinks we can shape them as de hens does their eggs wi' thcir a--e. O bride, says he, you should not speak ill of my lady, for she heare yon very well. O deed, my Lord, I had nae mind o' dat. well then, said he drink to me, or them you like best, Then, says she, there's to yea' de gidder, heels o'er