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 what gars you say that?

Mith. O woman! our Jenny is a rowing like a pack of woo; indeed wi' quick bairn, and your John is  father o't.

Mith. Our John the father o't! haud there is enonghenough [sic] said, lieing lown? trow our John was ne'er guilty of sic sinfu' action. Daft woman I trow be but the wind; she'll hae drucken some sour drink, raw sowens, or rotten milk that makes her so ill.

Mar. A wae be to him and his actions baith, he's the father o't, fornicator dog that he is, he's ruined me and my bairn; I bore her and brought her up honestly till she came to you; her father died, and left me wi' four o' them; there wasna ane o' them could pit on anither's claes, or tak a louse of ither.

Mith. I bid ye haud your tongue, and no even your bystarts to my bairn, for he ne'er will take wit; he poor silly lad, he wad ne'er look to a lass be's to lay her down. Fy, Maggy, cry in John, and ane let's ratifyt wi' the auld ruddoch; aye, ye're no blate to say sae.