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gabbies; a wheen fools that lives up your gutſes wi' guid meat, to gar the worms tun, wanton and wallop in your wames; feed yourſelves as I do, wi' lacket kail, broſe made o' groat meal, an' gray meal, ſand ſe 's duſt an' meak ſhilling, ony thing is good enough to ill the guts an' make a t-d of.

Jock. Na, na, mither, an' the wean wad ſuck our Maggy; I fud tak it hame in my oxter.

Moth. O ye fool, Maggy's milk is a' mould, ſalt an' ſapleſs lang ſyne; but I trow ſhe wad keb at it, as the black ew did at the white ew's lamb the laſt year, fae ſpeak nae mair o' Maggy's milk, no to compare a cat to a creature, the yeal cats is never kind to kitlens, an' the maidens bairns is a' unco weel bred.

Jock. Na, na, ye're a' miſtane mither, Maggy has milk yet, for every pap ſhe has is like a burn pig, I ſe warrand ye they'll haud pints the piece.

Moth. My man Johnny, let them keep the wean that has the wean, we'll never miſs a pockfu' of meal now and tan, I wadna hae my bed piſht and blankets rotten for a bow of the beſt o't.

Jock. O mither, I canna lea't, I like it ſhe well, it has wa bonny glancing een, juſt like mine in a keeking glaſs, I wonner how I was able to get the like o't, indeed mither, I think mair o't nor I do of my gray horſe, Maggy an' the four ky.

Moth. My man Johny, ye're at nae ſtrait about bairns getting, nane needs to gaug to London to learn that auld trade; I ken very weel when ane gets werklimm right to their hand, Nature will teach them how to fa' to.

Jock. Now fare ye weel Janet, that wean is weel worth the warkmanſhip, I'll warrand ye weel a wat iſt.

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

Moth. Thou ſays it, thou's ſuffered ſadly for what then's done, but tho' they wad tak the hide o'er thy