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yearding o' her honeſtly, an a the o'ercome is to be my ain; an by that time I'll be as rich as e'er my father was before me.
Mag. Truly Johnny, I'se no ay meikle to the contrair, tut an ye hae mind to tak me wi' what I hae, tell me either now or never, for I'ſe be married or lang gae.
Jock. I wat well I'm courting in earneſt, tell me what ye hae, an we'el ſay nae mair but marry ither.
Mag. I'ſe tell you a' I ken o', whate'er my guidame gies ye's get it.
Jock. that's right, I want nae mair, it's an unco thing to marry a naket woman, an naething but twa bare legs.
Mag. John, ye'er ay in the right o't, for mony ane is beguil'd and get's naething, but my father is to gie me forty pund Scots that night I am married, a lade o' meal, an a furlot o' groats; auld Crummie is mine ſince ſhe was a cauf, an now ſhe has a ſtirk will take the bu l e'er Beltan yet; I had twa ſtane o' good lint, an three pock'u's o' tow, an a good caſt bed, twa kowſters, an three cods, with three pair o' blankets, an a' covering, forby twa pair to ſpin, but my mither wadna gie me criſh to them, an ye ken the butter is dear now.
Jock. Then farewel the night, Maggy; the beſt o' friends maun part, an ſae maun thy twa legs yet.
Mag. I wiſh you well Johnny, but ſae nae mair till we be married, an then lad.
(Hame gaed Maggy an tells her mither.)
Mag. O mither! I hae ſomething to tell ye, but ye mauna tell my father.
