Page:Constant lovers, or, Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth (1).pdf/22



Nan was a perfect beauty, wi’ twee cheeks like codlin blossoms; the verra sect on her made my mouth a’ water, “Fares-te-weel, Watty!” says she; “tou’s a wag amang lasses, and I’ll see thee nae mair!”—Nay, dunnet growl, Nan, says I—

The weyves com round me in clusters—“What weage due te ax, canny lad?” says yen. “Wey,