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 an is my bridal done else! Ay is’t, said his mither, an here's the bride come to ly down beside you my man. Na, na, mither, says Jockey, I’ll no ly wi’ an unco woman indeed, an it binna heads an thras, the way that I lie wi’ you mither. O fy, John, says his mither, dinna affront yoursel’ and me baith, tak her in-o’er the bed beyont ye an kiss her, an clap her, an daut her till ye fa' asleep. The bride fa’s a-crying out, O mither! mither! was this the way my father guided you the first night? Na, na, thy father was a man o’ manners, and better mettle; poor thing, Meg, thou’s ca’d thy hogs to a bonny market. A bonny market, says Jockey’s mither, a-shame sa’ you in her baith, he’s wordy o’ her tho’ she were better nor what she is, or else will be.— His friends and her friends being in a mixt multitude, some took his part, and some took her’s, there did a battle begin in the clap of a hand, being a very fierce tumult, which ended in blood, they struck so hard with stones, sticks, beetles, and barrow trams, pigs, pots, stoups, trenchers, were flying likes bombs and granadoes. The crook, bouls and tangs were were all employed as weapons of war, till down came the bed, with a great moumon [sic] of peats. So this dis the diversion at Jockey's bedding, and the the sky was beginning to break in the call before the huryl-burly was over.