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O gin I were but ae haf ell higher, I ſud be a ſoger or it be lang, an gie me a gude flail or a cor fork: I ſud kill Frenchmen enew, before I gaed to face yon flytting miniſters, an be ſet up up like a werald's wonder, on their cock ſtool or black ſtool an' wha can bide the ſhame, when every body looks at them, wi' their ſack-ca farks or gowns on them, like a piece of an auld can's prickt about a body, for naething but what every body does amaiſt, or they be married as well as me.
Mith. My man Johny, ye're no the firſt that has done it, an ye'll no be the laſt, e'en mony o' the miniſters has done it themſelves: hout ay, your father an I did it mony a tine.
Mag: Ay ay, an that gars your fou be ſo goed o't as he is: the thing that is bred in the fleſh is ill to pick out o' the bane.
Mitb. Daft woman! what way cou'd tha warld ſtand, if fouks wadna make uſe o' ither? it's the thing that's natural, bairns getting, therefore it's no to be ſcunner'd at.
Mag. Ay, ay, but an they be for the like o' that, they ſhould marry.
Mich, But I think there's little ill tho' they try it yence or twice or they be marry'd; It's an unco thing til a body to be bund to a busineſs, if the dinna ken whether they be able for it or no.
Mag. Ay, ay that's your way o' thinking an his, butit' no the way o' ither honeſt fouk: ſee what the miniſter will ſay to it.
