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 JOCKEY and MAGGY. 11

e a ſinfu action: Daft woman, I true it ill be but wind that hoves up the laſſes wame; ſhe'll hae drunken ſome our drink like four fowens, or rotten milk that mak's her fae.

Mar. A wae be to him and his actions baith, he's the father o't fornicator dog that he's, he's ruin'd me and my bairn; I bore her and brought her up honeſtly, till ſhe came to you: her father died and left me wi' four them, there waſna ane o' them could put on anither's claes, or tak a louſe aff ither.

Mith. I bid you had your tongue, and no even your byſtars to my bairn, he'll ne'er tak wi't: he, poor ſilly lad, he wad ne'er look to a laſs, be's to lay her down. Fy Maggy, cry in o' John, and let's ratify't wi' the auld roddoch? ay, ye're no blate for ſaying fae.

Mar. Be angry, or be well pleaſed. I'll ſay't in a' your faces, an I'll ca' you before your betters about it for lang gae.

John enters, An what want ye now, is our broſe ready yet?

Mith. Ay, broſe, black broſe indeed for thee, my bairn; here Marion Muthet faying ye hae gotten her dochter wi' bairn.

Jock. Me, mither? I ne'er lay in bed wi' her dochter a my days, it'll be the young laird's, for I ſaw him kiſs her at the Lammas fair, and let glam at her nonſence.

Mith. Ay, ay, my man Johnny, that's the way ſhe has gotten her belly fu' o' bairns; its no you nor the like o' you, poor innocent lad, that gets byſtart weans: a wheen filthy lowns, every ane loups on anither, and gies you 'the wyte o'.

Mar You may ſay what you like about it, its eaſy to ca' a court what there's nae body to lay again, but I'll tell you a' I ken about it, and that is what he tell't me, and you guidwife telt me ſome o't yourſel ; an gin ye hadna brought in Maggy wi' her muckle tocher atween the twa, your Jockey and my Jenny had been man and wife the day.