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 sarks and sacks to us; ye'll bs my sonsey da up and down, a perfect beauty, with cats yell e’en, black brows and red lips, and your lips a purpy colour; ye hae nae fauts at a'. Now when will we be married?

Girzy. Ha, ha; Tam lad, we maun think that yet.

Tom. What the yeltow lass, shouldna ye be ready when I'm ready, and every body says to me the wonien's aye ready.

Goodman. Ye'll hae to come back and bring somebody wi' you, and we'll gree about it, and set the day when ye'll be married.

Tom. A weel goodman, I'll tell my mither o’t, and come back on Munonday and we'll a chappin o’ ale and roasted cheese, on the g chance o't; but I maun hae a word o’ the bui out by to convey me, an' a quiet speak to her about it.

Goodwife. A na Tam the daft loons will laugh at you, and she'll think shame; gang ye out and she'll speak to ye thro’ the gavel windows

Out goes John and the bride and her twa dauchters goes to the window within to hear the dici-sion, and what he would say.

Now says Tam, Girzy my dear, my braw pretty woman, gin ye be in earnest tell me, by suthe I'm no scorning.

Girzy. Indeed Tam I'm very willing to ye but ye needna tell every body about it.

Tam. Then gie me a kiss on that. Tam shook his head in at the windor, making a long to win down to her and she stood on a little to win up to him; O cries he, an' ye were gid flesh I could eat you a' I like you sae weel; a pity there is sic a hard wa atween us. Ise see my mither sae bonny as ye're. O gie me anise