Mair by token, ance they fand me lyin' o' my back i' the Corrie, an' the watter, they say, was ower a' but the mou' o' me; but I was haudin' my fiddle up abune my heid, and de'il a spark o' watter was upo' her.' 'It's a pity yer wife wasna yer fiddle, than, Sanny,' said Robert, with more presumption than wit.
''Deed ye're i' the richt, there, Robert.

Hae, tak' yer fiddle.' ''Deed no,' returned Robert.

'I maun jist lippen (trust) to ye, Sanders.
I canna bide langer the nicht; but maybe ye'll tell me hoo to haud her the neist time 'at I come--will ye ?' 'That I wull, Robert, come whan ye like.

An' gin ye come o' ane 'at cud play this fiddle as this fiddle deserves to be playt, ye'll do me credit.' 'Ye min' what that sumph Lumley said to me the ither nicht, Sanders, aboot my grandfather ?' 'Ay, weel eneuch.

A dish o' drucken havers!' 'It was true eneuch aboot my great-grandfather, though.' 'No! Was't railly ?' 'Ay.