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 JOCKEY and MAGGY. 9

Rabby came in to redd them, and a ſturdy auld fallow he was, ſtood ſtively wi' a ſtiff rumple, and by ſtrength f his arms rave them ſundry, flinging the tane eaſt and he tither weſt, until they ſtood a' round about, like an hony breathleſs forfoughen cocks, and no ane durſt eer anither for him, Jockey's mither was driven o'er kirt, and brogget a' her hips on a round heckle, up e gat and rinning to fell Maggy's mither wi' the la- le, ſwearing that the was the mither of a' the miſchief hat happened, uncle Rabby ran in between them, he aving a great long noſe like a trumpet, ſhe reckleſly aine o'er his lobſter neb a drive wi' the ladle until the lood, ſprang out and run down his auld grey beard and ng like ſnuffy bubbles at it; O! then he gaed wood, d looked as waefu' like, as he had been a tod-lowrie, om'd trae worrying lambs, wi' his bloody month. Wi' hat he gets an auld flail, and rives awa the ſupple, then ves them a' to the back o' the door, but yet nane wan ut; then wi' chirtin' and chappin', down comes the ay hallen and the hen bank with Rab Reid, the fiddler, ho had crept up aſide the hear for the preſervation of his ddle.

Ben comes the bride when the got on her coat, clap- et Rabby's ſhoulder, and bade him ſpare their lives: for ere is blood enough ſhed in ae nighs, quoth ſhe, and hat my beard can witneſs, quoth he. So they a' came obedience to uncle Rabby, for his ſupple made their ows baith faſt and fair that night: but daft Maggy imſon ſat by the fire and picket banes a' the time o' the attle: indeed, quoth ſhe, I think ye're a' fools but my- l, for I came here to get a guid ſupper, and other fouk as gotten their ſkin weel pait.

By this time up got John the bridegroom, that was ockey before he was married, but could not get his reeks; yet with a horſe nail he tacket his ſark tail between his legs, that nane might ſee what every body hould hide, and rambling he cries, ſettle ye, or I'll gar y uncle ſettle ye, and faſten your heads wi' my auld ſup- le.

Poor Rab Reid the fiddler took a ſudden blaſt; ſome