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the bride out by to convoy me, an a quite speak to hersel about it.
Goodwife.) A wow na, John, the daft louns will laugh at you, and she'll think shame,
gang ye out by, and she'll speak to you through the gavel window.
Out goes John, and the bride and her twa sisters, goes to the window within to hear the diversion, and what he would say. Now, says John, Girzy my dear, my braw pretty woman, an ye be in earnest, tell me, for by my suth I'm no scorning. Girzy.) Indeed, John, I'm very willing to tak ye, but ye needna tell every body about
it.
John.) Then gie me a kiss on that. He shoves his head in at the window, making a lang neck to win down to her, and she stood on a little stool to win up to him. O, cries he, an you were good flesh I could eat ye a'. I like ye sae weel, it's a pity there is sic a hard wa' atween us, I'se tell my mither sae bonny as ye’re: 0! gie me anither kiss yet, and then I'll go. One of her sisters standing by in a dark corner gets ha'd o' a cow's head,
which wanted a' the skin but about the mouth, and shuts it out towards his mouth, which he
