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13 spilt it by the way, and to conceal her sloth in so doing, pissed in it herself, and on she goes, till she came to the stage-doctor, when she cried out aloud, Sir Doctor, Sir Doctor, here is a bottle of my father's wash, he has a sair guts, and need na drite ony, but spues a‘ he eats. Its true I tell you my dow. The doctor looks at it, then says, its not your father's surely, its your mither's. The deil's in the man, said she, divna I ken my father frae my mither. Then, said he, he is with child. The deil's in the man, co' she, for my mither bare a' de bairns before, dat's no true sir, fegs ye're a great liar. Hame she comes, and tell'd Willie, her father, that the doctor said he was wi' bairn. O waes me, co' Willie, for I hae a muckle wame, and I fear its owre true. O plague on you Janet, for ye're the father o't, an' I am sure to die in the bearing o't. Witty Eppie, was sent for, as she was a houdie, an‘she fand a' Willie's wame, to be sure about it. Indeed, co‘ Eppie, ye're the first man ere I saw wi'bairn before, and how ye'll bear it troth I dinna ken, but I would drink salt sen water, and drown it in my guts-i-for if men get ance the gate o' bearing Weans |