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JOCKEY AND MAGGY'S
COURTSHIP.
PART I.
Jockey. Hey, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent ⟨folks⟩ hame wi' ye the night.
Maggy. Wiltu come awa' than Johnnie, I fain wad be hame or the kie come in; our mickle Riggy ⟨is⟩ sic a rumbling royte, she rins ay thro' the byre, ⟨and⟩ sticks a' the bits o' couties; my mither is na able to haud her to her ain stake.
Jock. Hute, we'll be hame in braw time woman. ⟨And⟩ how's a' your folks at hame?
Mag. Indeed I canna weel tell you man; our ⟨guid⟩ man is a' gane wi' the gout; my mither is ⟨very⟩ frail, my father he's aye wandering about, and ⟨widdling⟩ amang the beast.
Jock. But dear, Maggy, they tell me me were ⟨gaun⟩ to get a wedding of thee and Andrew Merrymouth, the Laird's young gardener.
