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 by meir racklisness: she was sae angry that she ruggit-out a' my fushicad, an made me bald, that I hae never been like other folk till this deficient day. Sae, maistris, I never drew up wi' anither, till I was sent to my lord Fushicad's house wi' apples, beyond Aberdeen, for the bred water is, that you winna see a hill on the tither side o't; sae, as I'm in my lord's house, ben coms our Lady Anne, a bonny lassie wi' a black fushicad on her head, an her face fu' o' black splaches, an says, Henry cushie, there’s a groat to ye, an kiss that lass at the wheel; as I was strivin, we tumbl'd down between a kist an the wa', an gat nae skouth to win out for twa hours, but gin we had been as lang the gither, I shou'd a gotten a kiss whether she wad or no, for I never left her till I gart her cry; an if she had staid there till now, nae misdoubts I mught hae married her.

Now maistris, I'm your man an the minister's, an if he consist frae pitting me awa, I winna bide, for I cou'd live wi' you a' my days, he speaks sae mony good words. He obstructed me the last day that I wad rise again; an I said, cothie, stir I'se believe as other 'onest fo'ks do; an indeed, stir, cothie, the beuk o' Poggary, said just as you say, an the o'erturn o't was ay three things, for it tell'd, that though ane lay down in the gutter, an prayed to God to tak him out o' the gutter, yet an he made nae maughts o' himself, he would lie till he died, an God wad raise him up for a' that. If I were good o' the members, maistris, I might ha' learn'd a' my questions out o' that beuk, for there was a' things in that beuk, an the o'er turning o't was ay three things; there was cats an pipers in't, an ships an swine, an horn'd beasts on women, an mony things, but I'm a mind to learn yet; for though we be alder the day than we'll be the morn, fo'ks are only detacked about my age, just like Mr Francis Fushicad, that same day the beadle's