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 JOCKEY AND MAGGY'S COURTSHIP, as they were coming from the Market.

Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?

Maggy. Wiltu come awa' than, Johnny, I fain wad be hame or the kye come in; our meikle Riggy is sic a rumbling royte, she rins ay through the byre, and sticks a the bits a couties; my mither is na able to haud her to her ain stake.

Jock. Hute, we'll be hame in bra' time woman; And hows a' your fouks at hame.

Mag. Indeed I canna well tell you, man, our guidame is a' gane wi' the gut; my mither is very frail, my father he's aye wandering about and widling amang the beasts.

Jock. But, dear Maggy, they tell me we're gawn to get a wedding of Thee and Andrew Merrymouth, the laird's gardener.

Mag. Na, na, he maun hae a brawer lass to be his wife than the like o' me; but auld Tammy Tailtrees was seeking me, my father wad a hane me tak him, but my mither wadna let; there was an odd debate about it, my guidame wad a sticket my mither wi' the grape, if my father hadna' chanc'd to founder her wi' the beetle.

Jock. Hegh woman! I think your father was a fool for fashing wi' him, auld slavery duse, he wants naething of a cow but the clutes: your guidame may tak him hersel, twa auld tottering stumps, the tane may fair the tither fu' well.

Mag. Ach man! I wad a tane thee or ony body to hane them greed again, my father bled my guidame's nose, and my guidame brake my mither's thumb, the neighbours came a'rinning in, but I had luck to haud my father's hands, till yence my guidame plotted him wi' the broc that was to mak our brose.

Jock. Dear Maggy, I hae something to tell you, an ye wadna be angry at it?