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 JOCKEY and MAGGY. 7

Mith. Fair fa thee, my ſon Johnny, thou's gotten the gent o't at laſt, and whan is thou gawn to be married?

Jock. Whan I like, mither, but get the maſons the morn, to big my houſe, for I'll ha'e a' my things in right guid order.

Mith. Thou's want for naething, my bairn, but puſh it forward as faſt as ye can.

The wooing being over and the day being ſet, Jockey's mither killed the black houl-horn'd yeal ewe, that loſt her lamb the laſt year, three hens and a gule-fitted cock, to prevent the ripples, five pecks o' maut maſket in the meikle kirn, a pint o' trykle to mak' it thicker and ſweeter, an' maumier for the mouth: five pints o' whiſky, wherein was garlic and ſpice, for raiſing o' the wind, and clearing o' the water; the friends and good neighbours went a' wi' John to the kirk, where Maggy chanced to meet him and was married by the miniſter; the twa companies joined together, and came hame in a crowd, at every change house they chanced to paſs by, Providence ſtop'd their proceedings, with full ſtoups, bottles and glaſſes, drinking their healths, wiſhing them much joy, ten girls and a boy: Jockey ſeeing ſo many wiſhing well to his health, cowpt up what he got, for to augment his health and gar him live lang, which afterwards cowpt him and proved detrimental to the fame.

So home they came to the dinner, where his mother preſented to them a piping het haggies, made of the creiſh of the black boul-horn'd ewe, boiled in the meikle bag, mixt with bear-meal, onions, ſpice and mint: this haggies being ſupt warm, the foaming ſwats and ſpice in the liquor, ſet John's belly a bizing like a working ſat, and he playing het fit to the fiddler, was ſuddenly ſeized with a bocking and rebounding, gave his dinner ſuch a backward caſt, that he loſt a' but the grit bits ſcythed through his teeth; his mither cry'd to ſpence him, and bed him with the bride, his breeks being fill'd they waſhed both his hips and laid him in his bed, pale and ghoſtly was his face, and cloſed were both his een; ah! cries his mither, a diſmal day indeed, his brithal and his burial may baith be on ae day; ſome guilt wa-