human
Who are these two, mother?
gpt
A blessing on your precious face! she cried.
human
Twa joes[7] o' mine: just twa o' my old joes, my hinny dear.
gpt
What did they suffer for?
human
Ou, just for the guid cause, said she.
gpt
Aften I spaed to them the way that it would end. Twa shillin' Scots; no pickle mair; and there are twa bonny callants hingin' for 't! They took it frae a wean[8] belanged to Brouchton.
human
Ay! said I to myself, and not to the daft limmer,
gpt
Gie's your loof,[9] hinny, says she,
human
No, mother, said I,
gpt
I see far enough the way I am. It's an unco thing to see too far in front.
human
I read it in your bree, she said.
gpt
There's a bonnie lassie that has bricht een, and there's a wee man in a braw coat, and a big man in a pouthered wig, and there's the shadow of the wuddy,[10] joe, that lies braid across your path. Gie's your loof, hinny, and let Auld Merren spae it to ye bonny.