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Hout hout, says John, ony o’ them ’ill fare me, but my mither says there’s twa o’ them has fauts; and what is their fauts, said the goodwife? Hout, said John, its no a meikle faut, but I do nae like it, they got men or they were married: and what shall I do wi' them? said the goodman?
John. A deed goodman, as ye’er ay dealing among dead beasts and living beasts, I w’d put them awa’ amang other beasts, or gin ye be aun ony penny, let some body tak them up o’ desperate debt, I sude flee the sykes frae them, they anger’d you and sham’d you baith wi' their bastards, a wheen daft jades gets men or they are married, & bairns or they get bridals.
Goodwife. A wat well that’s true lad.
Grizy. A well John than, will ye tak me? I had nae bastards; how will you and I do?
John. I watna gin ye be able to get a bastard, yet ye may hae some war fault; ye maun be my penny worth, for ye’re unco little, and I’m o’er muckle, and gin ye and I war ance carded thro’ ither, we may get bonny weans o’ a middle mak: I hae nae fauts to ye, but ye hae a high breast, a humph
