“ Up gets Jockey, and rins o'er the riggs for John Roger's wife, auld Ketty the howdy, but or he wan back she parted wi' Patrick thro' perfect spite, and then lay twa-fauld o'er a stool in a swoon.
Jock. A-well, a-well firs, tho' my first-born is e'en dead without seeing the light of the warld, ye's a' get bread and cheese to the blythemeat, the thing we should a war'd on the blanket will fair the burial, and that will aye be some advantage; and Maggy should die, I maun e'en tak Jenny the tane is as far a length as the tither; I'se be furnished wi' a wife between the twa. ”

“ Up gets auld Rabby, an auld Sandy, the suter o' Seggyhole to put every thing in order; they prapet up the bed wi' a rake an a rippling-kame; the stups being broken, they made a solid foundation o' peats, laid on the caff bed and bousters, and Jockey and Maggy were bedet the second time.
Jockey not being used to ly wi' a naket woman, except heads and thraws wi' his mither, gets his twa hands about the bride's neck, and his hough out o er her hurdies, saying, I ne'er kist wife nor lass naket before, and for fainness I'll bite you, &c. ”

“ Now, tho' all the ceremonies of Jockey and Maggy's wedding were ended, when they were fairly beddet before a wheen rattling unruly witnesses who dang down the bed aboon them, the battle still increased, an John's wark turned out to be very wonderful, for he made Janet, that was His mither's servant lass the last year, grow like an elshin hast, and got his ain Maggy wi' bairn forbye. The hamshaughs were very great untill auld uncle Rabby came in to redd them ”

“ A bonny market! says Jockey's mither, a-shame fa' you and her baith, he's wordy o' her tho' she were better than what she is, or e'er will be.—His friends and her friends being a mixt multitude, some took his part, some took her's, there did a battle begin in the clap o' a hand, being a very fierce tumult which ended in blood, they struck so hard with sticks, stones, beetles, and barrow-trams ”

“ Tell na me about the mortifying o' members, gin he has gotten a bystart, let her and him feed it between them, an they sud gie't soup about but she maun keep it the first quarter, and by that time muckle black Lady will be wi' cauf; we sall sell the cauf, an foster the wean on the cow's milk; that's better mense for a faut than a' your mortifying o' members an a your repenting stools; a wheen Papist rites an rotten ceremonies, fashing fouks wi' sack gowns, an buttocks mails, an I dinna ken what. ”

“ The minister is but a mortal man, & there's defections in his members as well as in mine.
Mag. Ay; but fouk should aye strive to mortify their members.
Mith Ay, ay, mortify their members! that's your Whiggery indeed: But will you or ony body else, wi' your mortifying o' your members, prevent what's to come to pass? ”

“ Ay, ay, but an they be for the like o' that they should marry.
Mith. But I think there’s little ill tho' they try it ance or twice or they be married, its an unco thing for a body to be bound till a business or they ken whether they be able for it or no. ”