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ye no stay till my mither come hame?
Sawny. I ve staid lang enough for ony thing I v be the better; and I'm nae sae short as your totum of a tailor, that I could stap in my shoe, sae could I e'en.
Hame he goes in a passion, and to his bed he ran, crying, O death! death! I tho't the jade wad a jumped at me; no comfort nor happiness mair for me. O mither, gae bake my burial bread, for I'll die this night or soon the morn. But early next morning in comes auld Be-go his good mither, who had left her daughter in tears for slighting o' Sawny, and hauls him and his mither awa' to get a dinner o dead fish; where a' was agreed upon, and the wedding to be upon Wednesday, no bridal fouks but the twa mithers, and themselves twa.
So according to appointment, they met at Edinburgh, where Sawny got the cheap priest, who gave them twa three words, and twa three lines, took the r penny and a guid drink wish'd t em joy, and gade his wa's. Now said auld Be-go, i that be your minister, he's but a drunken b—h, mony a ane drinks up a', but he leaves naething; he s got the penny for de'il a hate; ye might cracket lufes on't, ta'en ane anither's word, a kiss and a hoddle at a hillock side, and been as well, if no better: I hae seen some honest man say mair o'er their brose nor what he said a' the gither; but an ye be pleased. I'm
