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and John Thrums the weaver was dean of guild. But Witty Eppie had ay the casting vote in a their courts and controversies.
PART II.
There happened one day a running horse to be standing at one of their doors, and a child going about the horse tramped upon the child's foot, which caused the poor child to cry: the mother came running in a passion crying, A wae be to you for a horse, filthy babarian brute it t'ou is, settin' a muckle iron lufe on my bairns wee fittie. Od sir, I'll rive the hair out o' your head, gripping the horse by the mane and the twa lugs, cuffing his chaffs, as he had been her fellow-creature, crying Bego laddie, I'll gar you as good, I'll tak you afore Wise Willie the baillie, an he'll cut aff your hand wi' de iron lufe an ye'll be cripple, an ang thro' the kintry in a barrow, or on twa shule staves, like Rab the Randy, and a meal pock about your neck,—Her neighbour hearing and seeing what pass'd, tries, O you fool taupy, what are you speak that gate till a horse, he dinna ken ae word that ye're saying to him.
When Long Sandy and Rolling Coughing Jenny were married, their wedding took up three days and two nights. My Lord, and my
