We're sair drinkers, I maun confess, but no jist drunkards, Lord.

I'm no drunk the noo; I ken what I'm sayin', an' it's sair trowth, but I cudna hae prayt a word to yer lordship gien I hadna had a jooggy or twa first.

O Lord, deliver me frae the pooer o' Sawtan .-- O Lord! O Lord! I canna help mysel'.

Dinna sen' me to the ill place.

Ye loot the deils gang intil the swine, lat me tee." With this frightful petition, his utterance began to grow indistinct.