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the men's legs or they married them, and the weel-legged loons gade ay best aff.)
So Sawny cam swaggering through a the shell wives, but she wasna there, but coming down the town beneath ⟨the⟩ guard, meets auld be-go just in the teeth, an she cries, Hey laddie, my dow, ⟨how's⟩ your mither honest Mary? Thank you, co' Sawny, she's meat heal, aye working some; how's a' at hame, is ⟨Kate⟩ and the laddie weel.
Mat. Fu' weel, my dow: you're a braw soncy dog grown, a wally fa' me gin ⟨I⟩ kend ye.
Come, come, quo' Sawny, and I'll ⟨gie⟩ ye a nossuck to heat your wame, ⟨it's⟩ a cauld day, and ye are my ⟨mither's⟩ kintrywoman.
Na, fair fa' you, Sawny, I'll no ⟨refus't,⟩ a dram is better the day than a clap on the arse with a cauld shule, sae follow me my dow.
So awa' she took me, quo' Sawny, down a lang stair, to ane of the bow-houses beneath the yird where it was as mirk as in a coal-heugh, and they had ⟨a⟩ great fire; Sweet be wi' me co' Sawny, for it miuds me of the ill part! and ⟨a⟩ great pot like a little cauldron, seething broth and roasting flesh
