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6) but hersel, get a quiet word o her in the barn or the stable.

By the morn being Friday, ass sets Willie to the courting. wi'a‘ his braws on, wi' a lang coat and pair of gun-mouth'd breeks of his father's gawn proud as ony baillie; and at last he comes to the house where his sweeth art lived: in he goes, a said, whar is Bessy Gibb. Indeed, says the good wife, she's awa frae hame, ye may look gin ye her coming in the hill-side.

Out gangs Willie to look for his sweetheart, a fees her at a distance; he rits and meeys her, a cries fu are ye Bessy? I thank ye Willie, said she are ye braw an weel ye resel? Right weel, said Willie —but maun speak a word to ye.

Bessy. Well Willie what wad ye say man?

Willie. Go into this aul sheep coat and I'll ye—so in they goes—Now says Willie, I am great need of a wife, an I'm com to now first to if ou will tak me, for my mither is grown auld I canna wan a wife langer.

Bessy Indeed Willie, I'm rather young to ma yet but I shall think about it afterwards, but I na bide langer at this time, my mistress will be an at me for biding its near late.

Willie. Weel then I maun hae a bit kiss like you far better nor ony ither lass that ever I and my mither likes ye ,ye are sic a good servant