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Mag. Ach! man, I wad a ta'en thee or ony ody to hane them agreed again; my father bled y gudeame's noſe, an my gudame brake my mither's thumb, the neighbours came a running in, but I had the luck to had my father's hands till yance my guidame plotted him wi' the brue that was to make our broſe.
Jock. Dear Maggy, I hae ſomething to tell you an ye wadna be angry at it?
Mag. O Johnny! there's my hand I'ſe no be angry at it, be what it will
[Shakes hands for fear of an outcaſt.]
Jock. Indeed Maggy, the fouk o' your town ⟨&⟩ the fouk o' our, town ſay we'er gawn to be arry'd; what ſayeſt thou?
Mag. I wiſh we ne'er do war; O Johnny I dream'd of you lang ſyne, an I ay liked you after that.
Jock.O Maggy! Maggy! doſt thou mind ſince I came to your mither's bull w' my mither's cow, ye ken ſhę widna ſtand, an ye helped me to had her: ay after that they ſcorned ed me that I wad be married on a you.
Mag. It's very true man, it'll be an odd thimg if it be: but it's no fa' back at my door I aſſure ye.
Jock. Nor at mine, but my mither bad me kiſs ye.
Mag. Indeed ſall ye Johny, thou's no want twa kiſſes man ane on every ſide o' the mouth.
Jock. Ha! ha! Maggy, I'll hae a merry night o kiſſing you ſhortly.
Mag. Ay but Johnny, you maun ſtay til
