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Jock. O Maggy! Maggy! dost thou mind since I came to your father's bill, wi' mither's cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; ay after that they scorned me tbat 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 bad me kiss ye.
Mag. Indeed sall ye Johnny, thou's no want twa kisses man, 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 man stay till that night come; it's best to keep the feast until the feast day.
Jock. Dinna be angry. Maggy, my wife to be, but I have beard my mither saying in her daffing, that fouk soud ay try gin their house will haud their plenishen.
Mag. Ay, but Johnny, a wife is ae thing and a house anither, a man that's amind to marry a woman he'll no mak her a whore.
Jock. It's a' true Maggy, but fouks may do it yence or they be married; and no hae ony ill in their minds.
Mag. Aha Johnny money a ane has been beguil'd wi' yence, and do it yence ye may do it ay; what, and we get a bastard, and hae to suffer for the foul act of fornieation.
Jock. Ay but my mither says, if dinna get thee wi' bairn, I'll not get thee; so it's the surest way of wooing.
Mag. Indeed Johnny, I like you better than ony lad I see, and I sall marry you yenee my father's muck were out; my mither douna work at the midden.
Jock. A Maggy, Maggy, I fear you beguile me, then my mither will murder me for being so silly.
Mag. My jo Jockey, tell your mi her to provide a'things for the bridal, and I shall marry you in three oucks after this; but we maun gie in siller to the Presenter, a groat and a drink to the Bellman, and then the kirk wa's maun hear o't three Sundays or it come
Jock. But Maggy , I'm no to mak a blin bargain wi' you nor ony body; I maun ken of your things, and ye sall ken o' miue.
Mag. I ken well what I was to get, and gin my mither like the bargain well, she'll make it better; but an' my father be angry at the match, I dare not meet you to be married.
Jock. I see na how he can be angry; I wat well I'm a' gay sturdy fellow, when I laid on a bow and five packs o
