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 6 THE PROCEEDINGS OF

Hame gaed Maggy and tell'd her Mither.

Mag. O Mither! I ha'e ſomething to tell ye, but yo mauna tell my father.

Mither. Dear Maggy, ah' what is that!

Mag. Deed, Mither, I'm gawn to be married an' the muck were out!

Mith. Dear Magg, an' wha's thou gawn to get, it' no auld bubbly Tammie?

Mag. Na, na, he's a braw young man, and has mai gear nor ilka body kens o', gueſs and I'll tell you, it Johnny Bell, and his mither ſent him to market juſt t court me.

Mith. Deed, Maggy, ye'll no be ill youket wi' him he's a gay weel gawn fellow, right ſpruch, amaiſt lik an ill-far'd gentleman. Hey, guidman, do ye hear tha our Maggy is gawn to be married an the muck were out.

Father. Na, na, I'll no allow that, until the peats b ouffen and hurl'd.

Mag. O! father, it's dangerous to delay the like that, I like him, and he likes me: it's beſt to ſtrike th Iron when it's het.

Fath. An' wha is ſhe gawn to get, guidwife?

Mith, An' wha think ye, guidman?

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

Mith. Indeed, ſhe's gawn to get Johnny Bell, as clev a little fallow, as is in a' the baronry where he bides.

Fath. A weel, a weel, herie, ſhe's your's as weel mine, gi'e her to wha ye like.

Mith. A weel, Maggy, I'ſe ha'e a' thing ready, an I ha'e thee married or this month be done.

Mag. Thanks to ye, mither, mony a guid turn ye done me, an' this will be the beſt, I think.

Hame gaed Jockey to his Mither, crying.

Jock. MITHER, mitherǃ I made it out, her mouth vweeter nor milk, my heart plays a' whil whaltie, whan I kiſs herǃ