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gaun to get, 'tis no auld bubly Tammie?
Mag. Na, na, he's a braw young man, and I'll tell you, 'tis Johnny Bell; and his mither sent him to the market just to court me ance errand.
Mith. Deed Maggy, ye'll no be ill yoked wi' him, he's a gay well gaun fellow, right spruce, maist like an ill-faured gentleman. Hey, gudeman, do you hear that our Maggy is gaun to be married an the muck were ance out.
Fath. Na, na, I'll no allow that until the peats are cuisten an hurled.
Mag. O father! 'tis dangerous to delay the like of that, I like him and he likes me; 'tis best to strike the iron when tis het.
Fath. An wha's she gaun to get, gudewife?
Mith. And wha think ye, gudeman?
Fath. A what wat I, here and she please hersel, I'm pleased already.
Mith. Indeed she's gaun to get Johnny Bel, as clevar a little fellow as in a' the baony where he bides.
Fath. A-weel, a-weel, herie, she yours as well as mine, gie her to wha
