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 it sude be, an if you'r defiable, let's put black upo' site upon't. He taks out a lang thing that fok use to do fan they gae about the way o' things, an scraps upo' paper a' the dissolvements an tenements o' the takins, an bade me pit to my name; stir, cothie I'm nae beuk'd earn'd. Well then cothie, pit to your hand to my fushicad before witnesses, an I'll descrive for you.

The lass seein a' this, says, a' the fint a bit I'll tak him, cushie, for he's a fool. I bein magvocat an correminous wi' the soup drink, an always bein tiralent, cothie, saul cummer, cothie, conscience cothie, gif I were as magstragvagant an glaustrous as other lads, I shou'd ken whether you're a man or a lad, an mak you never to work a turn after this deficient day, gae your gates in a vengeableness, cothie. Sae maistris there is nae great fkaith, for my master gart her pay the haf of the lawin, an said, sin you winna intend the marriage, he shana' be the cost, for fat ever has been betwin you you've ay as mickle o' him as he has o' you. But she cudna thrive, for she gat the young laird wi' bairn, and died i' the bearing o't. For women maistris, are fair thing'd whiles fan they tak it on; for your own woman dissabus'd me the last year because I wadna claw the cow, to gar her milk come down, and keep her frae flingin, they ca'd me frae heaven to hell about it; I was i' the mean time delvin out the ministers butt, an brok my wark loom; an ga'n to seek a lean o' the beadle's, they ran in before me, an gar'd his wife cry, com in by Henry an get the fashion of the house. Sae I ged in by, an thinkin she was ga'n to gi' me cheese an bread, or some thing that wadna speak to me; but she gae me sic a hurl I ne'er gat the like o't, sin the day that Andrew Fushicam's daughter, a bangster quean, met me i' the dyke an jamf'd me, because me an my master John Galons coost divots upo' Sunday thro' ignorance. I cou'd nae displunge a sport as folk will do i' their daffin, but flang her down an misgrugl'd a' her apron