
Scottish Word: Hamely.
It’s awfie hamely o ye tae gie me a wee shottie fur the summer. Yer a guid man Mr Flowerdew. I ayewis thoucht I’d like a go at butlering efter retiring frae gairdnerin. The extra siller’ll … Continue reading Hamely.
It’s awfie hamely o ye tae gie me a wee shottie fur the summer. Yer a guid man Mr Flowerdew. I ayewis thoucht I’d like a go at butlering efter retiring frae gairdnerin. The extra siller’ll … Continue reading Hamely.
I have my pet craw here wha’s hungert. Kin he rake oer yer kirn-field for leavins sickert frae you eatin him? He’s caw’d Erchie an the wee loun unner me’s mha brither caw’d Windy Windlestrae wha … Continue reading Hungert.
Ah’m awfie sorry mha keeriosity goat the better o me and ah hud tae tak a gander. I hud tae see whit it wuz that aw they folk doon the road were comin up tae ye … Continue reading Keeriosity.
Oh No. Not ataw, My pal here Mr Geenyoch the burd isni gonna eat meee. He’s named me. And Ahm noo caw’d Galshach, an awfie bonnie name, ahn he has promised tae tak me tae a … Continue reading Geenyoch.
Jings yir an awfie lankie leggit golach ahn they look gey bruckle tae me. Yir wee pal on ma shouder’s worried aboot ye but dinni be feart. Ahll mak sure ye leave shankit the wey ye … Continue reading Bruckle.
Ah’m awfie sorry Tabbatha but yer pal’s a hoor o a gamaleerie. Ahm afraid she’ll hae tae get her jotters. We’ll never win oor siller gilt at the Freuchie flooer show at this rate. She’ll hae … Continue reading Gamaleerie.
Ah’ve an awfie feeling that neb o yoors is leadin us intae trouble. There’s bound tae be pawky chancers hingin aboot in this mirky wid. Translation: pawky: roguish, wily, tricky. I have a terrible feeling that … Continue reading Pawky.
Ah’ve grippit an snippit the tip aff o yin o the spirlie spruts frae the unco linear row o spruts yiv observed doon here. It’ll be in the sample poke in a jiffie and I’ll be … Continue reading Sprut.
[This is in the spirit of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.] The Capitalist and Politician. “Business is awfie awfie stottin bigly. Muckle. It maks us great, like massel. Art’s no sae awfie great. I divna ken … Continue reading Wally-draig.
“Ahm tellin ye Prozack we’re well oot o it, flittin, it’s only a matter o time til the auld bauchle drops oor universe while exercisin up an doon the stairs. Particularly wi those awfie sclaffie baffies … Continue reading Awfy.