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 morn: Sae I ged my wa' hame, mulled my head, made ready a clean oerly, my purlt bandit sark, a staff and a blew bornet in my head, an raise as soon as the cock  upo' the kitchen, an' came to the king's high way to Fougan, an be the fun was haf a mile frae the lift, I was  the orchard, an sum meets I, but just my lord i' the teeth  Ho, good dav Henry cothie: Fat are your will my lord cothie, ha' you gotten a wife yet Henry? cothie de'il are you gotten yoursel vet mv loid, cothie: Fat makes sae shoon up? cothie, I've been taken in some meal, Henry cothie. Indeed my lord cothie, an you wou'd lift the house up to your dukit, it wou'd cost you less travel. How wou'd you do that Henry cothie. My lord cothie gar John fushica'd your officer raise the ground, an fe in Silder, for tows to the bailies o' Dundee, an shout there in beneath the foundation, an cut trees to let it o'er the shrig, we'll carry it up in a forenoon, an’ make it two coupler higher, and strike through a Through-art, an were but to see a seek beast; he gat out wi' a gaff o' laughter an says, weil controlt Henry cothie I'll gi' you three dollars to grieve the wark. My lord cothie, I'll take naething but the death that Elspit Fushicaid your Honour's widows tennants wife rests me, for the warl' makin' a Turnament opo her, an the corn no castin up good years, you've meddl'd wi' a her gear, ilk hilt an hai o't cohie Sa't is certain your honour or gi' me satisfaction well Henry, cothie there's my hand and a faxpence, than I will see you wrang'd. Well God detain an' discompose your honour, cothie, Sae I recovered my bonnet an' disscoursed him, an' comes to the house far the neighbour was sitting i' the fire, previncing an' preverting the oc of the kintra, an fan they saw me, O welcome Henry, here's to your health and luck to the bargain, drink it is welcome, I hank you, in conscience I wish we never want war, let never sorrow gang sae near your heart. Well mistris think she's a gay lass, an' she binna a wa man nor her father I'll be right well set on upo' her. Well I wat she tak'st well a kin, for her mother was as able barn-man as ever hell corn to the win.

The house I was to take ran just down by the water side it was a gay fit misdimable house, wi a but an a ben an a fire side, an' a closs that wou'd hadden a swine: the ha stood just i' the raids o' the floor, an the fin came in at the wast winnock tan the lads got their dorder meat, wi' disproportional yard, that wou'd have sawn six furlets beer. Just as we were previn a disclusion up by comes Fushicam that dwells down at the brigen, an says, this mar