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Min. O! my dear Margret, is this you;
I‘m glad to see you; how d‘ye do?
How‘s Tamos, my auld worthy frien‘?
How‘s Jock your son, an‘ daughter Jean.
Mar. They‘re gaily, Sir, we’re a meat heal—
Tho Tamie's e en but craz‘d an‘ frail
But here‘s some butter, I present ye,
Which wi’ thir hens I compliment ye.
Min Howt, Margret! this speaks t‘ expense
But thanks ye‘se get for recompence:
Wi‘ gratefu’ heart, I freely tell
Ye’re ever kind an’ like yoursel. [ava;
Mar. Whisht, Sir! wi' thanks—nae thanks
Ye’re worthy mair—the gift’s but sma’;
But this acknowledgement from us,
Means ye’re beloved by me and Tomas.
Min. Sic favours, sure, I ne’er expected,
Yet blyth am I, I’m sae respected;
Fling aff your cloak and follow me;
Come ben, an’ rest, an’ crack awee:
’Tis no sae aft ye come to see us;
Ye’ll wait, and tak’ your dinner wi’ us—
It's ready, waiting on my comin;
Come ben then, Margret, honest woman
Mar. Na, na, Sir ! dinna speak o' that,
I'll tak’ nae dinner weel I wat:
Wi’ gentle manners (ye will grant it)
I’ve ever yet been unacquaintit.
Min. The manners that ye use at hame—
Use here, an‘banish fear an‘ shame.
The company’s but few, they‘re wholly
My wife, a preacher, Jess, and Polly:
Ye‘se tak‘ your dinner or ye gang
Just do like me, ye‘ll and no gae wrang,
