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 Min. O! my dear Margret, is this you:

I'm glad to see you; how d’ye do?

How's Tamos, my auld worthy frien'?

How's Jock your son, an' daughter Joan?

Mar. They're gaily, Sir, we're a' meat heal--

Tho' Tamie's e'en but craz'd an' frail;

But here's some butter, I present ye,

Which wi' thir hens I compliment ye.

Min. Howt, Margret! this speaks t' expense

But thanks ye’se get for recompence:

Wi' gratefu' heart, I freely tell

Ye're ever kind an' like yoursel.

Mar. Whisht, Sir! wi' thanks---nae thanks ava;

Ye're worthy mair---the gift's but sma';

But this acknowledgment from us,

Means ye're beloved by me Tamos.

Min. Sic favours, sure, I ne'er expected;

Yet blytho am I, I'm sae respected;

Fling aft' your cloak and follow me;

Come ben, an' rest, an crack awee:

'Tis no sae aft ye come to see us;

Ye'll wait, and tak' your dinner wi us--

It's ready, waiting on my comin';

Com ben, then, Margret, honest woman.

Mar. Na, na, Sir! dinna speak o' that,

I'll tak' nae dinner weel I wat;

Wi' gentle manners (ye will grant it)

I've ever yet been unacquaintit.

Min. The manners that ye use at hame---

Use here, an' banish fear an' shame,

The company's but few, they're wholly

My wife, a preacher, Jess, and Polly:

Ye'se tak' your dinner or ye gang,

Just do like me, ye'll no gae wrang.