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was caed o'er a kist, and brokit a' her hip on a round heckle, up she gat, and running to fell Maggy's mither with the ladle, swearing she was the mither of a' the mischief that happend. Uncle Rabby ran in between them, he having a muckle nose like a trumpet, she recklessly came o'er his lobster neb a drive wi' the laddle, till the blood came, ran down his old grey beard, and hang like snuffy bubbles at it. O then he gaed wud, and looked as waeful like as he had been a tod-lorie come frae worrying lambs, wiht his bloody mouth. With that he gets an auld flail and rives awa the supple, then drives them a' to the back of the door, but nane wan out; then wi' chirting and clapping of hands down comes the clay hallen' and the henbawk wi' Rab Reid the fiddler, who had crept up beside the hens for the preservation of his fiddle.
Ben comes the bride, when she got on her coat, clappet Rabby on the shouther, and bade him spare their lives, for their was blood cnough shed in ae night, quoth she; and that my beard can witness quoth he. So they all came in obedience to uncle Rabby, for his supple made their pows baith saft and sair that night; but daft Maggy Simpson sat by the fire and picked banes a' the time of the battle. Indeed quoth she. I think ye're a' fools, but myself, for I came here to get a good supper, and ither folk hae gotten their skin well paid.
