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she's o'er gentle brought tap to be a poor man s penny-worth.
Heigh how, quo’ Sawny, and ’tis e’en a great, pity, for she’s weel-far’d lusty hissie; he had a great kindness for her.
Matty. A well-a-wat she’s no lingletailed, she may be a cast bed to a good fallow, but an thou had but seen me at her age, I was a sturdy gimmer; there was nae a Hynd in a Dubbyside could lay a corpen to a creel wi me, the fint a fallow in a Fife but I wad a laid on the bread of his back, and a’ his gear uppermost, I was na a chieken to ehatter wi indeed laddie, for I had a flank like an ox, and a pair of cheeks like a chapmans arse.
Sawny. Nae doubt but ye had a pair of beefy buttocks, for your very eheeks hings like leather bags to this day; but I'll tell you what I’m gaun to tell you—do ye think that your Kate wad tak me, an I would eome to eourt her?
Matty. Tak you, laddie, tak you, faith she’ll tak you, for she would tane a poor button thing of a half blind tailor, wartna me, a poor, blind, bowly, scabbit like ereature; I’ve seen the day I wad hae carried him in my pouch. Wode I'se warrant her jump at you, like a fish at a flee, wad I say tak you, and she winna tak you, I’se tak you mysel, but she an I cust out the day about
