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 the warld, an ye ken the best way was to disjoin myself to a half-marrow, after the orderly custom o' the land, fan lads and lasses bein desolv'd to marry, cothie; Lord grant prosperity, generation, mortification an divulsion to a' them that gangs that gate, cothie. Now always maistris, I'll tell you the thing I'm gaun to tell you. The lass's sister that married Fushicam's guidfather, that dwalls down o' the laird o' Thing's land, began to look at me an I to her, an after they scorned us together, her uncle a very disponsable woman, bids me meet her at the kirk-yard o' fushicad upo' Sunday. Well afar aff as I cam near hand, I thought it was a market, and putting my hand i' fushicad for something to the custom-wife, I mindet it was Sunday, and that there was nae ocasen, but men an' women a' thro' ither: Well, I comes in by an sits down by the tent-side amo' them, an puts my bonnet as the rest did; sae by that time the lass that shou'd ha' been mine, cam in by, an' as she was sittin down, I'll ne'er forget it, ane o' the men wi' the black cloket necks contrarified out o' the beuk, That if a man was ordain'd for a thing he wadne get win byt'. Well, that ga' me som hartin fae wi' took a chappin o' ale at tent-side, an cry'd in by upo' John Fushicad that was pishin at the east-gavel, (his brother's sister's married to my Lord Kinghorn's henwife, I believe his name's Lyon,) an' ga' him a part o't. Then says I, cothie, sin there's but a defusion here, we'll sit an tak out our drink, an' confer the greement till we meet at the bridal that's to be upo' Tysday, cothie, sae here's e'en to you lass; I thank you lad, a twell its onforsaid o' me, sae an you binna as unwilling to tak me, cothie, as I'm to tak you, let's e'en mak an end o't on Tysday, cothie; conformably we forgathers in the afternoon, fan lads has gotten in their stuff, an begin to grow ramage wi' the soup drink; we devinced upon the matter; an consponded to be contrived. Well, I was to gi' up