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 Mag. Deed, mither, am gaun to be married an the muck were out.

Mith. Dear, Maggy, and wha's thou gaun to get, 'tis no auld bubly Tammie?

Mag Na, na, he's a braw young man; an I'll tell you, 'tis Johnny Bell, and his mither sent him to the market just to court me anse errand.

Mith Deed Maggy, ye'll no be ill yoked wi' him, he's a gay weel gaun fallow, right spruce, maist like an ill-far'd gentleman. Hey, guidman, do you hear that our Maggy is gawn to be married an the muck were a' ance out.

Fath. Na, na, I'll no allow that untill the peats be cutten and hurl'd.

Mag. O father! 'tis dangerous to delay the like o' that, I like him and he likes me; 'tis best to strike the iron when 'tis het.

Fath. An wha's she gaun to get, guidwife;

Mith. An wha think ye guidman?

Fath. A what wat I herie, an she please hersel, am pleas'd already.

Mith. Indeed she's gaun to get Johnny Bell, as clever a little fellow as in a' the barronry, where he bides.

Fath. A-weel, a-weel herie, she's your's as well as mine, gie her to wha ye please.

Mith: A-weel, Maggy, I'se hae a' things ready, an I'll hae thee married or this month be done.