Mag.] O Johnny, there’s my hand I'se no be angry at it, be what it will.
(Shake hands for fear of an outcast.)
Jock.] Indeed Maggy, the fouk of your town an the fouk of our town, says we are gawn to be married? What sayest thou?
Mag.] I wish we ne’er do war, O Johnny! I dream’d of you lang syne, and I liket you ay after that.
Jock.] O Maggy! Maggy! doit 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 I 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 shall ye Johnny, thou’s no want twa kisses, ane on every side o’ the 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 sealt till the feast day.
Jock.] Dinna be angry Maggy, my wife, to be, but I have heard my mither say in her daffin, that souk sud ay try gin their house will haud their plenishen?
Mag.] Ay, but Johnny, a, wife is ae thing and a house anither, a man that's a mind to marry a woman he’ll no mak her a whore.
Jock.] ’Tis a’ true Maggy, but fouks may do it yence, or they be married, and no hae nae ill in their minds
Mag.] Aha, Johnny, mony a ane has been beguil'd wi’ yence, an’ do it yence, ye may do it ay, what an we get a bystart, an’ hae to suffer for the foul act of fornication
Jock.] Ay, but my mither says, if I dinna get thee wi bairn, I’ll no get thee, so ’tis the surest way of wooing.
