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Mag. I wish you well Johnny, but say nae mair till we be married. And then lad!
Hame gaed Maggy and telled 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, I'm gawn to be married, gin the muck were out.
Mith. Dear Maggy, and wha is thou gawn to get? it's no auld bubly Tammie.
Mag. Na, na, he’s a bra' young man, and has mare gier than ilka body kens o'; guess and I'll tell you. it's Johnny Bell, and his mither sent him to the market just to court me.
Mith. Deed Maggy, ye'll no be ill yoket wi' him he's a gay well gawn fellow, right sprush, amaist like an ill-far'd gentleman. Hey guidman, do ye hear that our Maggy is gawn to be married gin the muck were out.
Fat. Na, na, I'll no allow that until the peets be cuffen and hurl'd.
Mag.Father, it's dangerous to delay the like o' that, I like him, and he likes me; it's best to strike the iron when it's hot.
Fath. An wha is she gawn to get guidwife.
Mith. An wha do you think guidman.
Fath.A what wat I herie? an she please hersel and you, I'm pleased already.
Mith. Indeed she's gawn to get Johnny Bell, as clever a young fellow as in a' the barony where he bides.
Fath. A well, a well herie, she's your's as well as mine, gie her to wha ye please.
Mith. A well Maggy, I'se hae a' things ready, an I'll hae thee married or this Month be done.
Mag. Thanks to ye Mither, mony good turn ye done me, and this will be the best I think.
Hame gaed Jockey to his Mither Crying.
Jock.Mither! Mither! I made it ont, her mouth is sweeter than milk, my heart plays a whilue whaltie, when I kiss her.
Mith. Fair fa' thee my son Johnny, thou's gotten the gate o't at last: and when is thou gawn to be married?
Jock. When I like mither, but get masons the morn, to big my house, for I'll hae a' my things in right good order.
Mith. Thou's want for naething, my bairn, but pusht forward as fast as ye can.
