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ing oot, O mither, mither! whar are ye, ⟨mither⟩? Poor thing, Meg thou's ca'd ⟨thy⟩ hogs to a bonny market. A bonny ⟨market⟩! says Jockey's mither; a shame ⟨sa'⟩ you and her baith, he is worthy of ⟨her⟩ though she were better nor what ⟨she⟩ is, or e'er will be. His friends and ⟨her⟩ friends being a mixed multitude ⟨some⟩ took his part, some took her's, ⟨then⟩ did a battle begin in the clap of ⟨a⟩ hand, being a very fierce tumult, which ended in blood; they struck so ⟨hard⟩ with stones, sticks, beetles, and ⟨barrow⟩ trams; pigs, pots, stoups, and and trenchers, were flying like bombs and grenades; the crook, bouls, and tangs, were all employed as weapons of war, till down came the bed, with a great mow of peats! So this disturbed a' the diversions at Jockey's bedding, and the day was beginning to break in the east before the hurly-burly was over.
PART II.
Now, though all the ceremonies of Jockey and Maggy's wedding were ended, when they were fairly bedded before a wheen rattling unruly witnesses,
