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(illegible text) San. A vow, Meſs John ſtir, ye have bairns your sin, how did you get them? but yours is a laddies and mine is but a laſſie, if you'll tell me how you got your laddies I'll tell you how I got my laſſie, and then we'll be baith alike good at the buſineſs. The miniſter looks at him, hute, tute, Sanders, Tay down four pound and a groat and come back tomorrow to the tool, and give satisfaction to the congregation, you had more need to be ſeeking re- pentance for that abominable fin of uncleanneſs than ſpeaking ſo to me. San. Then there's your ſiller ſtir, I've gotten poor pennyworths fort, and ye'll tell me to repeat fort, w-t the auld thief needs I repent when I'm gaun to marry de woman, and then I'll had to do tower again: every day or they'll be nae peace in the houſe,ſigs its nonſenſe to pay ſiller, repent & dot again too, a fine advice indeed maſter miniſter, & that is how ye live. Wife Willy, Now ſtir, you and maſter elders ye manna put them on the black creepy till they be married, they've ſuffered enough at se time. A well, a well, ſaid they, but they moſt marry very ſoon then. I trow ſae, ſayſ Sandy, yet be wanting mair clink, fule huit ye do for naething here. Hame came Sandy ſtarving o hunger, ye might a caſten a knot on his lang guts, his mither was baking peaſe bannocks, up he gets a lump of her leaven into his mouth; and thief be in your haggies bag, Sandy,
