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stick pride, when our auld goodam ran barefoot, and our gutchers gade wi bare hips. Gie her a man! ill thief stap a gouk in her arse first, that it may cry cuckoo whene'er she speaks o't; she can do naething but scour ladies' pishpots, and keep clean the tirlie wherlies that hangs aboon the fire: heth she's o'er gently brought up to be a poor man's penny-worth.
Heigh how, co' Sawny, and it's een a great pity, for she's a weel-far'd lusty hissy, I had a great kindness for her.
Matty. Weel I wat she's no lingle tail'd, she may be a caff-bed to a good fallow, but an thou had but seen me at her age; I was a sturdy kimmer; there was nae ane about a' the Hyne or Dubby-side, could lay curpen to a creel wi' me, the fient a fallow in a' Fife but I wad a laid on the braid o' his back, and a' his gear upmost, I was a chicken to chatter wi' indeed laddie; for I had a pair of cheeks like a packman's arse and a flank like an ox.
Sawny. Nae doubt co' Sawny, but ye had a pair o' beefy buttocks, for your very cheeks hing like leather-bags to this very day. But I'll tell you what am gaun to say to ye, do ye think that
