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Dialogue on agarriage.
PEGGY AND JENNY.
A flowery howm, between twa verdant braes,
Jenny. Come, Meg, let's fa’ to wark upon this green, This shining day will bleach our linen clean ; The water clear, the lift's unclouded blue, Will mak them like a lily wet wi' dew.
Peggy. Gae farer up the burn to Habbie's How,
Jenny. Daft lassie, when we're naked, what'll ye say Gif our twa herds come brattling down the brae, And see us sae ? that jeering fallow Pate, Wad taunting say, Haith, lasses, ye’re no blate!
Peggy. We're far frae ony road, and out o' sight; The lads they're feeding far beyont the height. But tell me now, dear Jenny (we're our lane), What gars ye plague your wooer wi' disdain ? The neibours a' tent this as weel as I, That Roger loes ye, yet ye carena by. What ails ye at him ? Troth, between us twa, He's wordy you the best day e'er ye saw.
Jenny. I dinna like him, Peggy, there's an end ;
Peggy. Ye dash the lad wi' constant slighting pride, Hatred for love is unco sair to bide; But ye'll repent ye, if his love grow cauld : What like's a dorty maiden when she's auld ?