an twa couties: the ha'f o' the barn an a bed o' the kail-yard as lang as she lives, an whan she dies am to pay for the yerding o' her honestly; an a' the o'ercome is to be my ain: and by that time I'll be as rich as e'er my father was before me.
Mag.Truly, Johnny, I'se no say meikle to the contrair, but an ye hae a mind to tak me wi' what I hae, tell me either now or never, for I'se be married or lang gae.
Jock. I wat well I'm courting in earnest, tell me what you hae, an we'll sae nae mair but marry ither.
Mag. I'se tell you a' I ken o', whate'er my guidame gies, ye's get it.
Jock. That's right, I want nae mair, 'tis an unco thing to marry a naket woman and get naething but twa bair legs.
Mag. O Johnny ye're in the right o't, for mony ane is beguil'd and gets naething, but my father is to gie me forty pounds Scots that night am married, a lade o' meal, a furlet o' groats; auld Crummie is mine since she was a ca'f, and now she has a stirk will tak the bill e'er beltan yet, I hae twa stane o' good lint, and three pockfu's o' tow, a good ca'fbed, twa bousters and three cods, with three pair o' blankets, an a covering, forby twa pair to spin, but my mither wadna gie me creesh to them, an ye ken the butter is dear now.
Jock. Then farewel the night Maggy: the best of friends maun part, and so maun thy twa legs yet.
Mag. I wish you well Johnny, but say nae mair till we be married, and then, lad.
(Hame gaed Maggy and tell'd her Mither.)
Maggy. O mither! I hae something to tell ye but ye manna tell my father.
Mither.Dear Maggy, and what is that?
Mag. Deed mither, am gawn to be married an the muck were out.
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