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 Mag. I wish we ne'er do war.—O Johnny, I dream’d o’ you langsyne, and i liket you ay after that.

Jock. O Maggy! Maggy! dost thou not mind since I came to your father’s bull wi my mither’s cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; ay after that they scorned me that 1 wad be married on a you.

Mag. It’s very true man, it’ll be an odd thing an it be; but it’s no fa’ back at my door, I ashure you.

Jock. Nor at mine. — But my mither bade me kiss ye.

Mag. Indeed sall ye, Johnny, thou's n want twa kisses, ane on every zdeside [sic] o’ th mouth, man.

Jock. Ha! ha! Maggy, I’ll hae a merry night o' kissing you shortly.

Mag. Ay, but Johnny, you maun stay till that night come; it’s best to keep the feast till the feast day

Jock. Dinna be angry, Maggy, my wife to be; but I have heard my mitber say her daffin, that fouk sud ay try gin the house will haud their plenishen?

Mag. Ay, but johnny, a wife is ae and a house anither ; a man that’s a mi to marry a woman he’ll no mak her a whore.

Jock. ’Tis a' true, Maggy, but fouks m do it yence or they be married, and no nae ill in their minds.