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en' brings a bottle in every hand, out wi' the cork an' gies her ane in o'er, ſhe ſets it to her gab an' ſquattles up a mutchkin at a waught, which was like to wirry her, till ſhe fell a ritting and roaring like an auld blunderbuſh.

Mith. Hech hay, co' ſhe, but that make an alteration and wears awa the wind.

Wi' that her head fell to the cod and ſhe fughte awa, like a very ſaint or drunken ſinner.

Jock, Oǃ Maggy, Maggy, my mither's loſe hen breath. (ſhe'll no have lang without it,) I doubt ſhe be dead already, and nae body ſeen r but ye and I and ourſells twa; an' ſhe had been fair o'er ſeen it makſna, I'll no ha'd this a fair ſtra death indeed, ly Maggy, cry in a' the neighbours to ſee her die, although ſhe be dead. O an ſhe wad but ſhake her fit, or wag her muckle tae, it wad ay be ſome ſatisfaction: but in came the neighbours in a huſh, dinging ither down in the door.

Jock. Come awn ſirs, for my mither's as dead as a mauk, good be thanket for't; but I'd rather it had a been the black mare, or the muckle rigget cow, for weel a wat I'll een miſs ner, for ſhe was a bra ſpinner o' tow, an' cou'd a cardet to twa muckle wheels, ſhe had nae faut but ane au' that was her tounge but ſhe'll ſpeak nae mair, fy gets a dale or barn door to ſtraught her on, for ay whan ſhe was cauld ſhe was unco kankert an ill to curch, but I'ſe hae her yerdet on Wedneſday een.

Come, come, ſays Maggy, we maun hac her dreſt.

Jock. What does the fool mean? wad ye dreſs a dead woman, ſhe'll never gang to kirk nor market a' her days again.

Mag. A dear John be at eaſe, ye ken ſhe mauna be buried as ſhe is, a ſark and winding ſheet is the leaſt ſhe can get.

Jock. Ah ha Maggy, is that what you mean, ſhe has a guid new windin meet, it was never about her ſhoulders yet, Tae Maggy do't a' yourſell, and I'ſe gar clinkem ell miſure the grave and mak it.