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Hame gaed Maggy and telled her Mither.
Mag. O mither! I bae something to tell ye, hut ye maunna tell my father?
Mith. Dear Maggy and what is that?
Mag. Deed, Mither, I’m gaun to he married an the muck were out
Mith. Dear, Maggy, and wha'st thou gaun to get, 'tis no auld bubly Tammie?
Mag. Na, na, he's a braw young man, and I'll tell you, 'tis Johnny Bell; and his mither sent him to the market just to eourt me ance errand.
Mith. Deed, Maggy, ye'll no be ill yoked wi' him, he's a gay well gaun fellow, right spruee, maist like an ill-faured gentleman. Hey gude-man, do you hear that our Maggy is gaun to be married an the muck were a' anee out.
Fath. Na, na, I'll no allow that until the peats be custen and hurled.
Mag. O father! 'tis dangerous to delay the like of that, I like him and he likes me; 'tis best to strike the iron when 'tis het.
Fath. And wha's she gaun to get, gude-wife?
Mith. And wha think ye gudeman?
Fath. A what wat I, here and she please hersel, I'm pleased already.
Mith. Indeed she's gaun to get Johnny Bell,
