( 19 ) that I will not, faid he, if it be as you tell’d me; hout my Lord, it’s no my arfe, it’s but de hen’s I mean; O but faid he bride, it‘s the fafhion to every one to eat off their own trencher; you may get more fauce, I can manage all mine myfelf; indeed, my Lord, I thought ye like me better than you ony bod- dy ; O but, faid he, I love myfelf better than you bride; Deed my Lord, I think ye're the beft body, about the houfe for your Lady’s but a ftinking pride- fu' jade, fhe thinks that we fud make the fifh a alike, be go, my Lord, fhe thinks that we fud fhape them as the hens do their eggs wi' deir arfe, O bride, faid he, you fhould not fpeak ill of my lady, for fhe hears you very well; O deed my Lord, I had nae mind o’ that; a well then, faid he, drink to me or them ye like beft; then here’s to you a’ de gither, arfe o'er head. Very well faid, fays my Lord, that’s good fenfe or fomething like it. Dinner being over, my Lord defired the bride te dance ; Indeed my Lord, I canna dance ony, but I’ll gar my wame wollop fornent yours, and then rin round about as faft as I can; very well, faid he bride that will juft do, we fhall neither kifs sor fhake hands, but I’ll bow to you, and ye’ll back to me, and fo we’ll have done. Now after dinner and dancing, my Lord exhorted the bride to be a good neighbour, and to agree well wi’ every body roundabout; I wat well my Lord, ye ken I never caft out wi’ nae body, but lang. Pate o‘ the Pans as he was a de wyte o’t, it began wi’ a fniering, and jamphing me about Sandy, de black- ftanes and the crab hole , where the wean was gotten and then it turn’d to a hub bub and a colly fhangy, an‘ or you wad fae kifs my arfe—, my Lord ; we were aboon ither on the muffel midden, I true I tell’d him O‘ Randy Rob his uncle, his feif titty it fteal’d de farks
