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A Scottish lad and lass were sitting together on a leathery hill in the Highlands.
They had been silent for a while; then the lass said, “A penny for your thoughts.”
The lad was a bit abashed, but he finally said, “Well, I was thinking’ how nice it would be if ye’d give me a wee bit of a kiss.”
So she did so. But he again lapsed into a pensive mood which lasted long enough for the lass to ask him, “What are ye thinking’ now?”
To which the lad replied: “Well, I was hoping’ ye hadn’t forgot the penny!”