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Bedet, says Jockey, and is my bridal done else? Ay is't, said his mither, and here's the bride came to ly down beside you, my man. Na, na mither, says Jockey, I'll no ly wi' an unco woman indeed, an it binna heads and thraws, the way that I lay wi' you mither. O fy, John, says his mither, dinna affront yoursel' and me baith, tak her in o'er the bed beyont ye, an kiss her, and clap her, and daut her till ye fa' asleep. The bride fa's a crying out O mither! mither! was this the way my father guided you the first night? Na, na, thy father was a man o' manners and better metal; poor thing Meg, thou's ca'd thy hogs to a bonny market. A bonny market! says Jockey's mither, a-shame fa' you and her baith, he's wordy o' her tho' she were better than what she is, or e'er will be.—His friends and her friends being a mixt multitude, some took his part, some took her's, there did a battle begin in the clap o' a hand, being a very fierce tumult which ended in blood, they struck so hard with sticks, stones, beetles, and barrow-trams; pigs, pots, stoups, trenchers, were flying like bombs and granadoes, the crook bouls, and tangs were all employed as weapons of war, till down came the beds with a great mou of peats! So this disturbit a' the diversion at Jockey's bedding, and the sky was beginning to break in the ⟨east⟩ before the hurly-burly was over.
