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 Mit. My man Johnny, ye're at nae strait about bairns getting, nane needs to gang to London to learn that auld trade; I ken very weel when ane gets warklooms right to their hands, nature will teach them how to fa' to.

Jock. Now fare you well, Janet, that wean is weel worth the warkmanship, I'll warrand ye weel a wat is't.

Jenny. Guidnight wi' you, John, but O man thou's broken my fortune, I'll never get mair o'a man nor what I hae gotten, an dear, dear, hae, I suffer'd for what I hae done, an if thou had bestowed thyself on a me, ye see what a bonny bairn time we wad a hane.

Mit. Thou says it thou's suffer'd sadly for what thou's done, but though they wad tak the hydt o'er thy een holes it wadna take the inclination out o' thee for thou'll do't again, but it's no be wi' my bairn I'se warrand thee, an now Johnny come awa hame to thy hauf marrow an use thy freedom as formerly, thou'll hae weans thick an three fauki; I'se mak thee a decoction o' cock stanes, lamb stanes, an chicken broe, will gar thee cock thy tail like a mavies, an canter like a Galloway toop.

S Jockey an his mither came hobling hame together on the outside o' the auld doil'd beast, his mither's black mare; a waefu' misfortune befel them; Her hinderlets being wickedly wet, in John Davie's well that morning, and it being a frosty night her coats was a' frozen round about her, an the hard horn sark plaid clash between her legs like a wet dishclout, her teeth gaed like a rattle-bag till about ha'f gate hame, then she was suddenly seized wi' a rumbling in her muckle bag, what we kintry fouks ca' a rush i' the guts; Jockey was fash'd helping her aft,