Jock. Na, stir, I didna lie wi' her, for the herd an me lay in the byre bed, an she lay in the little langsadle at the hallen-end.
Mess John. 'Tis all one whether ye lay with her or not, when ye have got her with child, that's what ye confess.
Jock. I kenna whether I got her wi' bairn or no: but I did wi' her as I did wi' our Maggy, when she fell wi' bairn.
Mess John. But the question is, whether or no, did you promise to marry her when that child was gotten.
Jock. Hut, tut, stir, ye wad fash fouk splering a' thing, it was her that promist to marry me for the getting o't.
Mess John. And did not you do the like to her?
Jock. A what needed I do the like when she an my mither did it a' but the wean getting, she cou'dna do that.
Mess John. Indeed John you seem to have been a parcel of loose livers altogether.
Jock. A looſe, stir, I wish I were loose yet, better be loose than bun to an ill stake.
Mess John. I see it is needless for me to enquire any further into the matter, I find you out guilty, therefore, you must appear publicly on the stool of repentance on Sabbath next, and the two following thereafter, or ye be absolved from the scandal.
Jock. Indeed master minister, am very easy about repentance, an for your stool, 'tis a seat am very indifferent about, for am but bashful, an as I was never guilty o' getting bystarts, either before or sinsyne, except in thoughts, words, deeds, an actions, I think ye may e'n let me pass, I suffered enough wi' the clash of the kintry, an loss of my ain wain, it was nae bystart, ye canna gar me stand for that.
Mess John. You appear to be such a stupid fellow, the like of you should neither have lawful child
