Mag. O Johnny, there's my hand I'se no be angry at it, be what it will.
(Shake hands for fear of an outcast.)
Jock. Indeed, Maggy, the fouk of your town an the fouk of our town, says we are gawn to be married, what say'st thou?
Mag.I wish we near do war. O Johnny! I dreamed of you lang syne, and I liket you aye after that.
Jock. O Maggy! Maggy! dost thou not mind since I came to your father's bull, wi' my mither's cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; ay after that they scorned me that I wad be married on a you.
Mag. It's very true man, it'll be an odd thing an it be; but it's no fa' back at my door, I assure ye.
Jock. Nor at mine, but my mither bade me kiss ye.
Mag. Indeed fall ye Johnny, thou's no want twa kisses, ane on every side o' the mouth, man.
Jock. Ha, ha! Maggy, I'll hae a merry night o' kissing you shortly.
Mag. Ay, but Johnny, ye maun stay till that night come; it's best to keep the feast till the feast day.
Jock. Dinna be angry, Maggy, my wife to be, but I have heard my mither say in her daffin, that fouk sud ay try gin their house wad their plenishen.
Mag. Ay but, Johnny, a wife is ae thing and a house anither, a man that's a mind to marry a woman, he'd no mak her a whore.
Jock. 'Tis a' true, Maggy, but fouks may do it yence, or they be married, and no hae nae ill in their minds.
Mag. Aha, Johnny, mony a ane has been beguil'd wi' yence, and do it yence we may do it aye, what an we get a bystart, and hae to suffer for the foul fact of fornication?
Jock. Ay, but my mither says, if I dinna get thee wi' bairn, I'll no get thee, so 'tis the surest way of wooing.
