A Scottish lad and lass were sitting together on a heathery 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 thinkin how nice it would be if yed 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 arre ye thinkin now? To which the
lad replied:

Well, I was hopin ye hadnt forgot the penny!