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 a short neck, and high shoulders, the hands and legs may do, though your mouth be a wee to the tae side, it will ly well to the jock, and I hae a handle or twa to spin, will be baith sarks and sacks till us, ye’ll be my onsy dauty up and down, a perfect beauty, wi’ cat’s yellow een, black brows & red lips, and your very nose is a purpey colour, ye have nae fauts at a’; now whan will ye be married?

Grizy. Ha, ha, John lad, we maun think on that yet. John, what the yeltow lass, ye shoud’a be ready when I’m ready, and every body says the women is ay ready. Goodman, ye’ll hae to come back, and bring somebody wi’ you, and we’ll gree about it and set the day whan ye’ll be married. John, A well goodman I’ll tell my mither on’t, and come back on Monday, and we’ll hae a chappin o’ ale and roasted cheese on the good chance o’t; but I maun hae a word o’ two with the bride, but-by to convoy me, and a quiet speak to herself about it.

After a long and fair tulzie, they were married, when Grizy paid him back and side, and always called him the yellow wam'd weaver, and cuff’d him with her hieves until hat and wig all went off. So John appealed to