Jockey's mither kill'd the black, boul horn'd yeal Ewe, that lost her lamb the last year, three hens an a gule fitted cock to prevent the ripples, five peck o' maut masket in the meikle kirn, a pint o' trykle to mak it thicker an sweeter an maumier for the mouth; five pints o' whisky wherein was garlic and spice, for raising o' the wind an the clearing o' their water, the friends an good neighbours went a' wi' John to the kirk, where Maggy chanced to meet him and was married by the minister; the twa companies joined together and came hame in a croud, at every change-house they chanced to pass by, providence stopt their proceedings, with full stoups, bottles and glasses drinking their healths, wishing them much joy, ten girls and a boy: Jockey seeing so many wishing well to his health, coupt up what he gat for to augment his health, and gar him live lang, which afterwards coupt him up, and proved detrimental to the same.
So hame came they to the dinner where his mither presented to them a piping het haggies, made of the creish of the black boul horn'd Ewe, boil'd in the meikle bag, mixt with bear-meal, onions, spice and mint: this haggies being supt warm, the foaming swats and spice in the liquor, set John's belly a bizzing like a working fat, and he playing het-fit to the fidler, was suddenly seiz'd with a bocking and rebounding, gave his dinner such a backward ca' that he lost a' but the girt bits he scythed through his teeth; his mither cried to spence him, and bed him with the bride, his breeks being fill'd, they washed both his hips, laid him in his bed, pale and ghostly was his face, and clos'd were baith his een, ah, cries his mither, a dismal day indeed, his bridal and his burial may be a' on ae day: some cuist water in his face, and jag'd him wi' a needle, till he began to rouze himself up, and rap out broken words. Mither, mither, whar am I now? Whar are you now, my bairn, says his mither, ye're bedet, an I'll bring the bride to you. Bedet, an is my bridal done else, Ay, said
