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Up gets Maggy wi' a roar, and rives ⟨her⟩ hair and cries, O her back, her ⟨belly⟩! and baith her sides! The weed and gut gaes through my flesh like ⟨lang⟩ needles, nails, or elshin irons! Wae be to the day that e'er I saw his face. I had better married a tinkler, or followed the sodgers, as mony, an honest man's dochter has done, and lived a better life than I do.
Up gets Jockey and rins over the rigs for John Rodger's wife, auld Katty the howdy; but or he wan back, she parted wi' Patrick through perfect spite, and then lay twa-fauld o'er a stool in a swoon.
Jock, A-weel, a-weel, sirs, though my first born is e'en dead without seeing the light of the warld, ye's a' get bread and cheese to the blythe meat, the thing we should a waured on the bauket will sair the burial, and that will aye be some advantage; and should Maggy die, I maun een tak Jenny, the taen is as far a length as the tither; I'se be furnished wi' a wife between the twa.
