( 7 ) the woo' aff't, and make fish and sauce o't to my Tammy's parrich: No, no, said witty Eppie, bet- ter gie't to my Lord, and he'll stap an iron stick thro, the guts o't and gar't rin round afore the fire till it be roasted: Na, na said wise Willy, we'll no do that indeed for my Lord would mak us a‘ dogs, and gar us rin thro‘ the kintry seeking maukins till him.
It happened on a dark winter morning, that two
of the wives were going to dysart to sell their fish, and near the road-side there happened to be a tinker's ass teddered, and the poor ass seeing the wives com-
ing with their creels, thought it was the tinkers com-
ing to slit or remove him, fell a crying, the two wives
threw their fish away, and ran home like mad persons
crying they had seen the de‘il aye the very horned
de‘il, and that he had spoken to them but they did
not ken what he said, for it was worse words then a
Highlandman's The whole town was in an uproar,
some would go with picks and spades to hack him
in pieces, others would catch him in a strong net and
then they could either hang or drown him. Na, na,
co, wise Willy we mauna cast out wi' him at the first
as he's gotten the twa burden o' fish, he'll ables gang’
his wa' an' no fash nae mair; he’s o’er suple to be
