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Sawny. Ay, but mither there's some other way in courting nor that, or the lassies would never couple so close to them.
Mither. Ay, but Sawny man there is a time for every thing, and that too: when ye sit where naebody sees you, you may tak her head in your oxster, like a creesh pig; dab nebs with her now and than, but be sure and keep a close mouth when you kiss her, clap her cheeks and straik her paps, but for your drowning gang nae farther down; but fouks that's married can put their hand to ony part they like.
Sawny. Aha, but mither, I dinna ken the first word of courting, the lassie'll no ken what I'm come about.
Mither. Ay will she lad, wink and keek weel to her, she'll hae a guess; get a quiet word o' her at the door, and gin it be dark, gie her a wee bit kiss when ye've told your errand; and gin they gie you cheese and bread, or ony meat, ca'd good whether it be sae or no; and for my blessing, be mensfu wi' your mouth, and dinna eat o'er muckle, for I've seen you sup as mony milk-brose as wad have sair'd twa men to carry on a barrow.
