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think I am put in the guard, tane wi the deil or the doetors, or else married, and workin, at the wanton trade of weans making.
Matty. Hute, daft laddie, the soup drink‘s in your head, and gars ye think sae, this day and yesterday is ae day: ye‘ll be hame in braw time yet.
Sawny. A well, a well then, good day to you, good mither; ye maun gar Kate tak me, or thief tak you a thegither: I'll hame and tell the length it’s come, and if it comes nae farther, it maun e’en stiek there.
Off he goes, tacking about like a ship against the wind, as if he would knoek holes in the walls and windowss wi‘ his elbows; he looked as fierce as a lion, with a red face like a trumpeter, and his nose was like a bubbly jock's neb, as blue as a blawart: but or he wan half way hame his head turned heavier than his heels and mony a filthy fa‘ he got, through thiek and thin he plashed, till hame he gets at last, grunting and gaping by the wall, when auld Mary thought it was their nibours sow, he was sae bedaubed wi dirt; by the time she got him to bed, he was in a boiling-barrel fever, and poor Mary grat wi grief.
Sawny. Hech, hey! but eourting be a curst wark, and costly too: an marrying be as mortifying and murdering, the deil be married for me.
