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Mag. I wish we ne'er do war.—O Johnny, I dream’d o’ you langsyne, and i liket you ay after that.
Jock. O Maggy! Maggy! dost thou not mind since I came to your father’s bull wi my mither’s cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; ay after that they scorned me that 1 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 ashure you.
Jock. Nor at mine. — But my mither bade me kiss ye.
Mag. Indeed sall ye, Johnny, thou's n(illegible text) want twa kisses, ane on every zde o’ th mouth, man.
Jock. Ha! ha! Maggy, I’ll hae a merry night o' kissing you shortly.
Mag. Ay, but Johnny, you maun stay till that night come; it’s best to keep the feast till the feast day
Jock. Dinna be angry, Maggy, my wife to be; but I have heard my mitber say (illegible text) her daffin, that fouk sud ay try gin the(illegible text) house will haud their plenishen?
Mag. Ay, but johnny, a wife is ae ⟨thing⟩ and a house anither ; a man that’s a mi(illegible text) to marry a woman he’ll no mak her a whore.
Jock. ’Tis a' true, Maggy, but fouks m(illegible text) do it yence or they be married, and no (illegible text) nae ill in their minds.
