“ Ho, good dav Henry cothie: Fat are your will my lord cothie, ha' you gotten a wife yet Henry? cothie de'il are you gotten yoursel vet mv loid, cothie: Fat makes you sae shoon up? cothie, I've been taken in some meal, Henry cothie. Indeed my lord cothie, an you wou'd lift the house up to your dukit, it wou'd cost you less travel. How wou'd you do that Henry cothie. ”

“ Well God detain an' discompose your honour, cothie, Sae I recovered my bonnet an' disscoursed him, an' comes to the house far the neighbour was sitting i' the fire, previncing an' preverting the oc affairs of the kintra, an fan they saw me, O welcome Henry, here's to your health and luck to the bargain, drink it is welcome, I hank you, in conscience I wish we never want war, let never sorrow gang sae near your heart. Well mistris think she's a gay lass, an' she binna a wa (illegible text) man nor her father I'll be right well set on upo' her. ”

“ Now Mistris I'm your man an the ministers, and if ye dcsist frae pittin me awa, I winna bide, for I could live wi' you a' my days he speaks fae mony good words⁠He obstructit me the last day that I wou'd rise again: An I said cothie; Stir I'se believe as 'ither honest fouk do; An indeed stir, cothie the beuk of Poggavy just said as you said, an the o'erturn o't was ay three things, for it tell't, 'That tho' a man lay down in the gitter. an pray to God to take him out o' the gitter yet an he made nae moughts o' himsel he wou'd ly till he di't, and God wou'd raise him up for a' that. ”