( 18 ) Pate of the Panns playd a sad prat, casting in twa pound of candles among the kail, which made them so fat, that some could not sup them, for the candle wicks came into thir cutties like sutter’s lingles in the dish, but some of them wi' stronger stomachs, stipped them thro their teeth like ratton tails, and said, mony a ane wad be blythe o‘ sic a string to tie their nose wi’ in a pinch; my Lord and the Gentry, Mess John and the clerk were all placed at the head of the table, opposite to the bride, but would sup none of the candle kail. Wise Willy and the bridegroom served the table, and cried, sup and a sorrow to you, for I never liked sour kail about my house; when the flesh came, the bride got a ram’s rumple to pick, she takes it up and wags it at my Lord, saying, Ti hi. my Lord, what an a piece is dat? O, said he, that’s the tail piece, it belongs no you; Me, my Lord; it‘s no mine, I never had a ting like dat, it‘s a fish tail see as it wags it's a bit o‘ a dead beast; O yes, said he, bride, you have hit it now; but how come you to eat with your gloves on? Indeed my Lord, their is a reason for dat, I hae seabbit hands. O fy said he, I cannot believe you, so she pulls down a piece of her gloves and shows him. O yes, said he, I see it is so; Aha, my Lord I wish you saw my a—, it's a' in ae hotter; O fy, said he, bride, you should not speak so before Ladies and your maiden, I wonder, said he to Wise Willy, her father, you do not teach your daughter to speak otherwise. A be my sae, my Lord, ye may as soon kiss her a—- as gar her speak otherwise: I find so said my Lord, but it lies much in lack of a teacher.
The next dish that was presented on the table, was
roasted hens, and the bride‘s portion being laid on her plate, she says to my Lord, will ye let me dip my fowl arse amang your sauce! Upon my word, and
