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haith she's o'er gentle brought up to be a poor man's pennyworth.
Heigh how, quo' Sawny, and 'tis e'en a great pity, for she's a weel-far'd lusty hissy; had a great kindness for her.
Matty. A well-a-wat she's no lingletailed, she may be a caff bed to a good fallow but an thou had seen me at her age, I was a sturdy gimmer; there was nae a Hyne in a Dabbyside could lay a corpen to a creel wi me, the fint a fallow in a Fife but I wad a laid on the bread o' his back, an' a his gear uppermost, I was nae a chicken to chatter wi' indeed laddie, for I had a flank like an ox, an' a pair of cheeks like a chapman s arse.
Sawny. Nae douts but ye had a pair-o' beefy buttochs, for your very cheeks hing like leather bags to this day but I'll tell you what I'm gaun to tell you—do ye think that your Kate wad tak' me, an I would come to court her?
Matty. Tak you, laddie, tak' you, faith she'll tak you for she wad tane a poor button thing o' a half blind tailor, wartna me; a poor, blind, bowly, scabbit like creature; I've seen the day I wad carried him in my pouch Wode I se warrant her jump at you, like a fish at a fly, wad I say tak you and she winna tak you, I se tak you mysel, but she an I cust out the day 'bout her
