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 afterwards couped him up, and proved detrimental to the same.

So hame they came to the dinner, where his mither presented to them a piping het haggis, made of the creesh of the black boul horned ewe, boiled in the meikle pot, mixt with bear-meal, onions, spice, and mint. This haggis being supt warm, the foaming swats and spice in the liquor set John’s belly a-bizzing like a working fat; and he playing het-fit to the fiddler, was suddenly seized with a hocking and rebounding, which gave his dinner such a backward ca’, that he lost a‘ but the girt bits, which he scythed thro' his teeth. His mither cried to spence him, and bed him with the bride. His breeks being filed, they washed both his hips and laid him in his bed. Pale and ghostly was his face, and closed were baith his een. Ah! cries his mither, a dismal day indeed ; his bridal and his burial may be in ae day. Some cuist water in his face, and jag'd him wi‘ a needle, till he began to rouse himself up, and then lisp out some broken words. Mither, mither! cries Jockey, whar am I now ? Whar are you now, my bairn, says his mither, ye’re bedet, and I'll bring the bride to you. Bedet, says Jockey, and is my bridal done else? Ay is't said his mither, and here’s the bride come to lie down beside you, my man. Na, na mither, says Jockey, I’ll no lie wi' an unco