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6 when she gangs, I ken by her keckling she has a conceit o’ me.

Mither: But Sawny man, an’thou see her mither Matty in the town, au!d Be-go laddie, as ye ca’ her, gi’e her a dram, she lik’st well, spout ye a mutchkin o’ molash in her cheek, ye’ll get her mind and speed the bettert

Sawny. But, mither, how sud I do when I gang to court her ; will I kiss her, an’ than kittle her, an’ fling her o’er as the chiels do the hissies amang the hay ; I’ve een them gang o’er ither an’ o’er ither, and when they grip diem by the wame, they’d squeek like a mauk- en when the dogs are worrying them

Mither. Hute awa, daft dog it tou is,

that’s no the gait; thou man gang in wi’ braw good manners, and something manfu’, put on a Sunday’s face, an’ figh as ye were a faint; sit down beside her as ye were a Mess John, keek ay till her now and then wi’ a stown look, an' baud your mouth as mim an' grave as a May paddock, a or whore at a christ- ening ; crack weel o’ our wealth, and hide our poverty. Sawny. Ay, but mither, there is some ither way of courting than that, or the