WHOLE PROCEEDINGS OF JOCKY AND MAGGY’S COURTSHIP, WITH THE GREAT DIVERSION THAT ENSUED AT THEIR BEDDING. IN THREE PARTS. [Illustration] GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. THE WHOLE PROCEEDINGS OF JOCKEY AND MAGGY’S COURTSHIP. PART I. Jockey. Hey, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent folks hame wi’ ye the night. Maggy. Wiltu come awa’ then Johnnie, I fain wad be hame or the kie come in; our mickle Riggy is sic a rummeling royte she rins aye thro’ the byre, and sticks a’ the bits of couties; my mither isna able to haud her up to her ain stake. Jock. Hute, we’ll be hame in braw time woman. And how’s a’ your folks at hame? Mag. Indeed I canna weel tell you man; our gude-man is a’ gane wi’ the gout; my mither is very frail, my father he’s aye wandering about, and widdling amang the beasts. Jock. But dear, Maggy, they tell me we’re gaun to get a wedding of thee and Andrew Merrymouth, the Laird’s young gardener. Mag. Na, na, he maun hae a brawer lass to be his wife than the like of me; but auld Tammy Tailtree was seeking me; my father wad a hane me to tak him, but my mither wadna let me, there was a debate about it, my guidame wad a sticket my mither wi’ the grape, if my father hadna chanced to founder her wi’ the beetle. Jock. Hech, woman, I think your father was a fool for fashing wi’ him, auld slavery dufe, he wants naething of a cow but the clutes; your guidame may tak him hersel, twa auld tottering stumps, the taen may sair the tither fu’ weel. Mag. Hech, man! I wad a tane thee or ony body to hane them greed again; my father bled my guidame’s nose, and my guidame brak my mither’s thumb, the neighbours came rinning in, but I had the luck to haud my father’s hands, till yence my guidame plotted him wi’ the broe that was to mak our brose. Jock. Dear Maggy, I hae something to tell you, and ye wadna be angry at it. Mag. O Johnny, there’s my hand I’se no be angry at it, be what it will. Jock. Indeed, Maggy, the fouk of your town and the fouk of our town says we are gaun to be married. What sayest thou? Mag. I wish we ne’er do waur, man. O Johnny, I dream’d of you langsyne, and I liket you aye after that. Jock. O Maggy, Maggy, dost thou not mind since I came to your father’s bull wi’ my mother’s cow, ye ken she wadna stand, and ye helped me to haud her; aye after that they scorn’d me, that I wad be married to you. Mag. It’s very true man, it’ll be an odd thing and it be; but it’ll na fa’ back at my door, I assure you. Jock. Nor at mine--But my mither bade me kiss ye. Mag. Indeed sall ye. Johnny, thou’s no want twa kisses, ane on every side of the mouth, man. Jock. Ha, ha, Maggy, I’ll hae a merry night of kissing you shortly. Mag. Ay, but Johnny, you maun stay till that night come; it’s best to keep the feast till the feast day. Jock. Dinna be angry, Maggy, my wife to be; for I have heard my mither say in her daffin, that fouk sud aye try gin their house will haud their plenishing.