Dougal Graham, Whole proceedings of Jocky and Maggy's courtship with the great diversion that ensued at their… (November 2020)
“ I'm sure mither, I eould ne'er get her wi' bairn wi' my breeks on. Mith. Na, na, poor simple silly lad; the wean's no yours, ilka ane loups on o' anither, and ye'll get the wyte of a' the bytarts that are round about the eountry Up gets Maggy wi' a roar, and rives her hair, and eries, O her baek! her belly! and baith her sides! The weed and gut gaes through my flesh like lang needles, nails, or elshin irons! Wae be to the day that e'er I saw his face. I had better married a tinkler, or followed the sodgers, as mony an honest man's dochter has done, and lived a better life than I do. ”
