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Mith. Thou's want for naething, my bairn, to get thee ready for marriage.
The wooing being over and the day being set, Jockey's mither killed the black boul horned yeal ewe, that lost her lamb the last year, three hens and a gule-fitted coc; to prevent the ripples, five pecks of maut masked in the ripple kirn, a pint of treacle to make it thicker and sweeter, and mamier for the mouth; five pints of whiskey, wherein was garlic and spice, for raising the wind. The friends and good neighbours went alang wi' John to the kirk, where Maggy chanced to meet him, and was married
by the minister. The twa companies joined
