RAISING THE WIND, &c.
I pit nae doot but ye a' heard tell o' Habbie
Simpson, the Piper o Kilbarchan, bit I'm
thinking that ye ever heard the story that I'll
gaun to tell ye abont him and his wife Jane
Weel, ye see, it sae happen'd, that Habbie, li
mony mae noo a days, was gayan fond o' a we
drap o' the blue, and as the story gangs, sae will
his wife; so that it gayan aften happened, this
when Habbie yoket the fuddle, Janet, she yoke
it to. Noo it's an auld Scotch saying and a trum
ane, that when a caunel is lichtet at baith end
it sune burns dune--an' it was sae verified in the
present case, for Habbie waukening ae morning
after a hard fuddle, says to Janet, "Rise, woman
and see if ye can get me hauf a gill; for oh! m
head is just likin' to split." “Hauf a gill!” quo
Janet, “whaur wad I get it, when there's no
plack in a' the house? and as for takin' it on,
ken that's clean o' the quastion; sae ye maun jin
lie still and thole the best way ye can." “Oh
Janet,” cries Habbie again, "ye're no amiss
scheming ; is there nae way ava ye can think
to raise the wun?” “I'll tell ye what I'll do
quo' Janet, “I'll awa to the Laird o' Johnston
and I'll tell him that ye're dead, and as ye're
great favourite o' his, I'm sure I'll get somethin
frae him, to help to bury ye." "Od, that 'ill ai
grand, quo' Habbie.“
