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wild cat and the sweat is hailing o'er th(illegible text) nose; thou's witcht, thou's witcht! O ma(illegible text) what will I do?
Sawny. Bock, bock co'Sawny; but i(illegible text) cou'dna win up wi' bubbles and herrin' banes. O, co'Sawny, put me in my bed, for m(illegible text) days will soon be done; a curse on your courting wark for its kill'd me an' wive is but wicked things, I ken by the same.
Mither. O dole! dole! my bairn has gotten pison, for the smell o't is like to b(illegible text) my dead!
Sawny. Gin herrin' an' het ale be poison there'll no be mony left alive: Book, co' Sawny, the bed's fil'd!
Mither. My bairn though was ay a cleanly bairn till now; thou's surely lost thy senses when thou files where thou lies, as the brute beasts does; thou never did the like o' this before, since thou left aff cakying o' the cradle.
N B. The Third Part gives a further account of the Courtship and Marriage.
