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Sawney. Aha, but mither ye're lying now, or it was na a' at ance than, but an' they set meat before me, and I be hungry, a deil claw the cloungest an' I be na upsides wi't for the same. A faith mither, fouks maun hae meat an' they sud ne'er get wives, there's some of them no worth the cursing gin a body were na letting an oath whether or no; a hear ye that now, when ye pit me to it, and gar me speak; ay by my suth I wad rather hae a bit good powny and a pound of cheese, or I were bound to bab after my hissies buttocks I see yet.
Mither. Wa' Sawny man, you are a fool, and that's a faut; and every ane ⟨were⟩ as easy about women as thou is, the warld wad be a wilderness in a we ⟨time, there⟩ wad be naebody to inhabit the earth but brute beats; cats and ⟨dogs wad⟩ be worrying ither, and every ⟨thing wad⟩ gae to confusion. Gae to the courting, ye dog, at ye are, and either do something or naething ava.
PART II.
Up got Sawney in the morning, and swallowed over his sodden meat, slag by slag; and aff he goes to the
