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Jock. Indeed Maggie, the fouk of your toun and the fouk of our toun says we are gaun to be married, what say'st thou?
Mag. I wish we may ne'er do waur, O man, Johnny, I dreamed of you langsyne, and I like you aye after that.
Jock. O Maggie, Maggie, dost thou not mind since I came to your father's bull wi' my mithers cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; aye 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 and it be; but it'll no fa' back at my door, I assure 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 of the mouth, man.
Jock. Ha, ha, Maggy, I'll hae a merry night of kissing you shortly.
Mag. Ay, but Johnny, you maun stay till that night comes; it's best to keep the feast till the feast day.
Jock. Dinna be angry, Maggy, my wife to be; but I have heard my mither
