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I said ye was gaily; and she looked to me, and leuch, and gripped my shakle-bane, and said I would be a sturdy fallow yet-—I looked to her, and thought I liked her, and thinks on’t aye since syne: she leugh, and bade me seek out a coal driver for her, for she didna like to carry a fish creel.
Mither. Forsooth, Sawny, I’ll gie my twa lugs for a lav’rock’s egg if she binna in love wi’ thee, and that will be a bargain.
Sawny. An upon my word mither, she’s a sturdy gimmer, well worth the smoaking after; she has a dimple on every cheek, an haunches like a sodjer’s lady’s hoop, they hobble when she shakes, and her paps play nidlety nod when she gangs; I ken by her keckling she has a conceit of me.
Mither. But Sawney man, an thou see her mither Matty in the town, auld be-go laddie as you ca’ her, gie her a drain, she likes it weel; spout ye a mutchkin of molash in her cheek, ye’ll get her mind, and speed the better.
Sawny. But mither, how sud I do when I gang to court her? will I kiss her, an kittle her and fling her o‘er as the chiels do the hisses amang the hay. I‘ve seen them gang owre ither, and owre ither, and when they grip them by the wame, they‘d cry like a maukin.
