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Willie. Well mither, can ye tell me far I’ll get guid wife?

Mither. Indeed, Willie, ye may try Bessy Gibb Hill-fide, gin she will tak you, for she is a gude servant baith out an in. Ye may gang there upon day, at four in the afternoon, its a very happy e to court a wife.

Willie. Well mither, I will gang there upon day, but fat will I fay till her?

Mither. I‘ll tell thee man fat to fay, tell her that are fair needin a wife, an that ye loe her better ony ither lass: an than ye may tak her head in r oxter an clap her cheeks, an than gie her a bit: an gin she dinna like ye, she will had her head awa: but gin she loe ye, she will meet ye haus wi her mou, an gin she do that for my blessing lie, lae the kisses thick upon her, thick & mony and, she will loe ye the better!

Willie. Bat mither, I dinna ken how I wad like keep wi her in the night time. I never sleepit wi noman a my days, and its hard to be bound till a business before a body get a trial o't.

Mither. Indeed Willie, ye may try gin she’ll lat sleep a night wi her before, its the far surest —but san ye gang to court, dinna tell naebody