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sarks and sacks to us; ye'll bs my sonsey (illegible text) da up and down, a perfect beauty, with cats yell e’en, black brows and red lips, and your lips a purpy colour; ye hae nae fauts at a'. Now when will we be married?
Girzy. Ha, ha; Tam lad, we maun think that yet.
Tom. What the yeltow lass, shouldna ye (illegible text)be ready when I'm ready, and every body says (illegible text) to me the wonien's aye ready.
Goodman. Ye'll hae to come back and bring somebody wi' you, and we'll gree about it, (illegible text)and set the day when ye'll be married.
Tom. A weel goodman, I'll tell my mither o’t, and come back on Munonday and we'll a chappin o’ ale and roasted cheese, on the (illegible text)g chance o't; but I maun hae a word o’ the (illegible text)bui out by to convey me, an' a quiet speak to her about it.
Goodwife. A na Tam the daft loons will (illegible text) laugh at you, and she'll think shame; gang ye out and she'll speak to ye thro’ the gavel windows
Out goes John and the bride and her twa dauchters goes to the window within to hear the dici-sion, and what he would say.
Now says Tam, Girzy my dear, my braw pretty woman, gin ye be in earnest tell me, by (illegible text) suthe I'm no scorning.
Girzy. Indeed Tam I'm very willing to (illegible text) ye but ye needna tell every body about it.
Tam. Then gie me a kiss on that. Tam (illegible text)shook his head in at the windor, making a long to win down to her and she stood on a little (illegible text) to win up to him; O cries he, an' ye were gid flesh I could eat you a' I like you sae weel; a pity there is sic a hard wa atween us. Ise (illegible text)see my mither sae bonny as ye're. O gie me (illegible text)anise
