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make me a bare-head? Yes, said the carver. Then, said he, make me a bare-head, and thou'se have 20d. for thy hire. I will do it, said the carver. So on St. Andrew's day, before Christmas, the which is called Yule in Scotland, the Scot came to London for his boar's head to set up at his door; I say to thee, speak, said the Scotsman, hast thou made me a bare-head? Yes, said the carver. He went and brought a man's head of wood that was bare, and said, Sir, here is your bare-head. Ay, said the Scot, The meikle de'il! is this a bare-head! Yes, said the carver. I say, said the Scotsman, I will have a bare-head like a head that follows the sow that has gryces. Sir, said the carver, I don't know a sow and gryces. What, whoreson, know you not a sow that will greet and groan, and cry, a week, a week. What, said the carver? do you mean a pig? Yes, said the Scotsman, let me have her head made in timber, and set on her scalp, and let her sing whip whire. The carver said, he could not. You whoreson, said he, gar her as she'd sing, whip whire. This shews that all men delight in their fancy.
