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20 kail about my house. When the flesh came the bride got a ram's rumple to pick, She takes it up and wags it at my Lord, saying, Ti-hee, my Lord, whatna a picce is this: Oh, said my Lord, that's the tail piece, it belongs to you, bride. It's no mine's, I never had the like o't, its a fish tail, see how it wags, but it is a bit o' some dead beast. O yes, said he, bride, you have hit it now; but how came you to eat with your gloves on? Indeed, my Lord, there's a reason for dat too, I ha'e scabbed hands. O said he I cannot believe you. She pulled off a part of the gloves and shewed him. said he, I see it is so. A ha, said she, but I wish you saw my arse, my Lord, its a' in a hotter. O fie, William, said my Lord, I wonder you don't teach your daughter to speak with more modesty. By my sae, my Lord, ye may as weel kiss her arse. I find so, said my Lord, but it is for want of a teacher.

The next dish that was set on the table was roasted hens; and the bride's portion being laid on her plate, she says to my Lord, will ye let me dip my foul arse amang your sauce! Upon my word, said my Lord, I will not, if it be as ye tell me. Hout, my Lord, said the bride, its no my arse, its but the hen's that I mean, O but, said he, its the fashion for every one to eat off their own trencher, you may get more sauce, I can manage my own myself. Indeed, my Lord, said she, I thought you liked me better