About eight an twenty weeks thereafter Maggy had a wally wamefa' o bairns to bear, an ay whan she cried, John cried, which made a' the kimmers and auld Katty the howdy laugh heartily to hear them.
Katty. Here now, John, your wife's brought to bed wi' a bra' lad bairn, gie him your blessing.
Jock. Well a wat he's no want that, but an there had a been as muckle din at the getting o' him, as at the bearing o' him, it sude ne'er a been gotten for me: Come, come, gets in Uncle Rabby, the corn riddle fu' o' the three neuket scons, whang down the cheese like peats, eat and drink as at my mither's dradgey, till we forget our sorrow, an then we'll see Mess John about a name till him; since we see 'tis the way o't, that the yonng comes into the warld, an chases out the auld, we maun christen them, an they maun bury us.
Now John an his Uncle goes to the minister, he enters, saying, guideen to you Mr. Minister, ye dinna ken my mither's dead?
Minis. Yes, John, I heard so, but how is your wife?
Jock. My wife, sir, awae worth her, for the wives o' our town an I hae gotten a waking night wi' her; but we hae gotten her turn'd and still'd again, she's born a bra' wally thumping stirra, he'll herd the kye belyve to me an he had hoggers on him, an am come to you to get a bit name to him.
Min. A bit name to him, John, if ye want no more but a name, ye may gie him that yourself.
Jock. Na but, stir, I want baith the words an the water, what ye say to ither fouks, say to me.
Min. A' but, John, you must give security or satisfaction, you're a man under scandal.
Jockey. What the muckle mischief stir, though under scandal, or aboon scandal, will ye refuse to chrisen my wean that's honestly gotten in my ain wife's bed, beneath the blankets; cause I had a by-
