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6 And aye as you’re pouring they’re telling, “Troth, dear, it’s just sixpence the gill!”

Says Meg, “ See you beast wi’ the claes on’t, Wi’ the face o’t as black as the soot, Preserve’s, it has fingers and taes on’t, Ae! lass, it’s an unco-like brute.” "O woman! but ye’re a Gomoral, To mak’ sic a won’er at that, D’ye na ken, daft gouk, that’s a Mangrel That's bred ’twixt a Dog and a Cat.”

“Naw, but see! see yon souple jade how she’s dancing, Wi’ the white ruffled breeks and red shoon, Frae tap to the tae she’s a’ glancing, Wi‘ gowd, and a feather aboon: My troth, shes a braw decent kimmer. As I have yet seen in the Fair.” “ Her decent!” quo’ Meg’ ” she’s some limmer, Or, faith, she would never be there.”

Now Gibbie was wanting a toothfn’: Says be “ I’m right tir’d o’ the fun; I say, lads, d’ye think we'd be the wauro’amouthf O’ guid nappie Yill and a Bun : ” “ Wi’ a’ my heart,” says Tam, “ teth, I’m willing, ’Tis best to water the corn; By jing, I’ve a bonny white shilling, Aud a saxpence that ne’er saw the morn.”

Before they got out o’ the bustle, Poor Tam got bis fairing I trow;