BUCK HAVEN IN FIFE-SHIRE. 19 (illegible text) on tell'd me; hout my Lord, its no my arſe, its at de hen's I mean; O but, ſaid he, bride, its e faſhion to every one to eat off their own tren- ver; you may get more ſauce, I can manage all live myſelf; indeed, my Lord, I thoug'at ye liket e better than ony body; O but, ſaid he, I love yfelf better than you, bride; Deed my Lord, I sink ye're the beſt body about the houſe, for your ady's but a ſtinking prideſu' jade, ſhe thinks that le fud mak the fiſh a' alike, be-go, my Lord, ſhe inks we ſud mak the haddies a' like herrin, and at we can ſhape them as the hens do their eggs i deir arſe. O bride, ſaid he, you ſhould not eak ill of my Lady; for ſhe hears you very well: deed my Lord, I had pae mind o' that, a well en, ſaid he, drink to me, or them ye like beſt; len here's to you a' de gither, arſe o'er head. Mery well ſaid, fays my Lord, that's good ſenſe or Imething like it. Dinner being over, my Lord deſired the bride to ance; Indeed, my Lord, I canna dance ony, but i gar my wame wallop fornent yours, and then a round about as fast as ye can; very well, ſaid , bride, that will just do, we shall neither kils br ſhake hands, but I'll bow to you, and ye'll eck to me, and ſo we'll have doue. Now, after dinner and dancing, my Lord ex- brted the bride to be a good neighbour, and to fee well, wi' every body round about, I wat well y Lord, ye ken I did never caſt out wi' nae body hr lang Pate o' de Pans, an he was a' de wyte it began wi' a hierticing, and a jamnſſing inc Hour Sandy, de black-ſtunes and de crab holes, acre de wean was gotten, and then it turn'd to hub-bub and collyhangy, an or e'er ye wad d kiſs my a--, my Lord, we were abood ither on e moflel midden, I trow I tell'd him o' Randy ob his uncle, his feiſ-titty it Neal'd de ſarks and
