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 your Jockey and my Jenny had a been man an wife the day

Jock. I wat well that's true.

Mith. Ye filthy dog that ye are, are ye gaun to confess wi' a bystart an it no yours? Dinna I ken as well as you wha's aught it, an wha gat the wean.

Jock. Ay, but mither, we may deny as we like about it, but I doubt It'll come to my door at the last.

Mith. Ye silly sumph and senseless fallow, had ye been knuckle deep wi' the nasty drab, ye might a said sae, but ye tell't me langsyne that ye cou'dna lo'e her she was sae lazy an loun like, besides her crooket fit and bow'd legs.

Jock. Ay, but mither, do ye mind since ye sent me out to gie her the parting kiss, at the black hole o' the peet stack, she rave the button frae my breeks, and wad gar me do't; and bade me do't: an cou'd flesh and blood refuse to do't? I'm sure, mither I ne'er cou’d get her wi' bairn wi' my breeks on.

Mith. Na, na, poor simple silly lad, the wean's no your's, ilka ane loups on anither, an, ye'll get the wyte o' a' the bystarts that are round about the country.

Up gets Maggy wi' a roar and rives her hair, and cries, O her back! her belly! and baith her sides! the weed an gut gaes thro my flesh like