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ye're a' fools, but myself, for I came here to get a good supper, and ither folk hae gotten their skin well paid.
By this time up got Jock, the bridegroom, that was Jockey before he was married, but couldna get his breeks; yet wi a horse-nall he tacked his sark-tail between his legs, that nane might see what every body should hide; and ramplingly he cries, Settle ye, or I'll gar my uncle settle ye, and saften your heads wi an auld supple.
Poor Rab Reid, the fiddler, took a sudden blast; same said he was maw-turned wi the fa', for he bocked up a' the barley, and then gar'd the ale gae like a rainbow frae him, as brown as wort-brose.
The hurley-burly being ended, and naething but fair words and shaking of hands, which was a sure sign of an agreement, they began to cow their cutted lugs, and wash their sairs, a' but Jockey's mither, who eried out. A black end to you and your wedding baith, for I hae gotten a hunder holes dung in my arse wi' the round heekle teeth.
Jockey answers, A e'en haud you wi' them then, mither, ye will e'en be the better sair'd.
Up gets auld Rabby, and auld Sandy, the souter of Seggyhole, and put every thing in order; they prapet up the bed wi' a rake, and rippling
