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 JOCKEY and MAGGY. 15

Maggy, my mouth's the mither o't, fae haud your tongue I tell you now.

Mith. An tell ye me to haud my tongue, an ye had a hauden your tongue and your tail, an a done as I bade you, ye hadna hane fae muckle ado the day daft ſilly dog it thou is.

Jock Mither, mither, gies nane o' your mocks nor malice, for tho' I got the wean, ye hae as muckle the wyte o't as I. Gae ſeek me out my three new ſarks, an ſunday's ſhune, au I'ſe gae whar ne'er man ſaw my face before, neither wood, water nor wilderneſs, fall haud me again.

Mith. My braw_man Johny, ye manna do that, ſtay at hame wi' me, and ſet a ſtout heart till a ſtay brae, I'ſe gae to the ſeſſion wi' you, gang whan ye like.

Jock. A well mither, I fall do your bidden for ance yet, but when the miniſter flytes on me, anſwer ye him, for I canna ſpeak well again.

Mith. Say nae mair, I hae a pockfu' o' perfect petitions to louſe and put to him and his elders, and if thou maun gae to their black-ſtool, it's no be thy lane fall ſit upon't.

Jock. But mither; whether will I deny the doing o't or confeſs the game was at the getting o't.

Mith. Ay, ay, confeſs ye did it, but ſay but ance, and that it was on the terms of marriage, the way that a' our kintry byſtarts is gotten.

Now Jockey being three times ſummoned to the ſeſſion and did not appear, the ſeſſion inſiſted on a warrant from the juſtice of the peace, which was readily granted, more for diverſion than juſtice' ſake, the warrant being given to John King the conſtable, who went away with Clinkem Bell on ſaturday's morning, and catch'd John juſt at his breakfaſt, hauls him awa, ane at ilka oxter, like twa butcher dogs hinging at a bull's beard, his mother followed, driving him up with good counſels, my bra' man Johny, haud up your head, dinna think ſhame, for a' your fauts is but perfect honeſty, you're neither a thief, whore, nor horſe-ſtealer.

Then Maggy ran for uncle Rabbv, an uncle Rabby

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