⟨from⟩ whisky, and whisky from him: except ⟨that⟩ night he trystet the pair of free stone ⟨breeches⟩ from Joseph the mason; and now ⟨my⟩ dear Buffy he's got them, he's got them, ⟨for⟩ a free stone covers his body, holds him ⟨down⟩, and will do; and now, now, my ⟨dainty⟩ thing, my bonny thing, my best ⟨match⟩ for matrimony, come take me now, ⟨or⟩ tell me now, I am in an anger, I'll wait ⟨nae⟩ langer, I say be clever, either now or ⟨never⟩, it's a rapture of love which does me ⟨move⟩, l'll have a wife, or by my life, if the ⟨should⟩ be blind and cripple, I'll fell my win', ⟨for⟩ her meat and fun, the like ne'er gade ⟨down⟩ her thrapple; so now Bessy I love you, ⟨and⟩ my love lies upon you, and if you love ⟨not⟩ me again, some ill chance come upon ⟨you⟩, as I'm flyting free, I'm both in love ⟨and⟩ banter, or may your rumple rust for ⟨me⟩, I've sworn it by my chanter.
THE END OF JOHN FALKIRK'S JOKES.
The QUAKER and CLOWN, a wonderful Tale.
A Certain clown, named Roger, loved the chimney-corner so much better ⟨than⟩ a church-pew, that he constantly passed ⟨his⟩ Sundays in it. It was so long since he had attended divine service, that he scarce remembered the colour of the parson's cassock. His wife, who heartily wished his absence was more frequent, took occasion one
