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At length they came to Jenny's mother's door. In goes his mither, and in got his mare, Himſelf follows after, cries how's a' here?

Moth. Hech, is that poor body in her bed yet?

Her mother anſwers,

Well a wat ſhe's in her bed, an' cauld cauld, and comfortleſs is her lying; byſtarts getting is juſt like ent gear, ſeldom or ever weel paid back again; but my poor laſſie coudna done war or ſhe's done, O! gin he had a yielded her body to ſome bit herd laddie, he wad a ſeen her lang or now.

Moth. A dear Marion what wad ye be at? Do ye think that our John wha has a wife o' his ain, cou'd ome an wait on her as ſhe were a dame o' honour, or yet an honeſt man's wife, poor ſilly lown it ſhe is, an he had thought on what he was com'd o' he wad ne'er a offer'd benevolence to the like o' her.

Mar. An' ye had been as great an inſtrogater againſt his making her double ribbet, as ye're now againſt doing her juſtice, for the filthy juncrack he's gien her, ye wadna need to ca' her ſilly lown the day, an him an honeſt man; but the ne'er an honeſt man wad a hoddl'd fae lang on a a poor huſſie an' then gane awa an a married anither for love of a pickle auld clouts, and twa three pockfou's o' tow; an' ſhe's but a ſilly lown indeed that lute him, or ony rattle-ſoul elſe, ſhake their tail ſo lang upon her, without his faith, an' his troth, an' his fiſt before the miniſter.

Moth. A could be you caſt kimmer, do ye think it your dudeling daughter's a match fit for my ſon John; I think leſs may fair, her father was but a poor cotter: caric, an' car John's father was a farmer, an' its but a trick o' youth, air the courſe of youth maun be out; but he may thank good fortune, an' tell her friends ay, au' count it a credit that ever the bore a byſtart to the like o' him; a good fu ſat farmer's ſon, but ae ſtep laigher nor a laird.

Mar. A wae be to fic a credit, it's no worth the cracking o', an' whar was a his noble quals whan he bute to lay a leg on a my poor laſſie, poor clarty clouny