
Scottish Word: Yella.
Jings! A muckle buttered finger o toast chasin a biled egg wi a yella mou. The things ye see when ye dinni huv yer gun. Translate: yella: yellow. Crumbs! A giant buttered finger of toast chasing … Continue reading Yella.

Jings! A muckle buttered finger o toast chasin a biled egg wi a yella mou. The things ye see when ye dinni huv yer gun. Translate: yella: yellow. Crumbs! A giant buttered finger of toast chasing … Continue reading Yella.

Will yer lordship please stap shooting at oor gor-cocks ah’n hae a pop at yon tarmegant oot-worldlers for a cheenge, tae help us oot. Translate: Tarmegant: violent, quarrelsome person. Will your lordship please stop shooting at … Continue reading Tarmegant.

I’ve goan ahn volunteered for the green-hoose re-pottin night-shift cause it’s usually restful. An noo ah’ve got the mither o aw fykie mithers eyeballin me through the glaiss yagimentin at my potting on o her wee … Continue reading Fyke.

Dinni pity them bumbazed craiters poppin in an oot o boxes but instead spare a thoucht for us. We’re aye gettin peerie-heidit and gyte wi huvin tae keep this whirlie maleerie place up tae scratch wi … Continue reading Peerie-heidit.

Thon Rab Ha o a dug disni ken what ‘his maister’s thee-bane an callour fingered speciality o the day‘ means. Nor what oor speciality meat wi a bane denner we made for him will cost him … Continue reading Callour.

Keepin yer neb in the girse disni, an winni, help yer hey fever. Translate: girse: grass, a meadow. Keeping your nose in the grass does not, and will not, help your hay fever. grɪs The Scottish … Continue reading Girse.

Stop pirlin yir peas roon yir plate an plooin yer tatties wi yir fork. Ah ken whit yer efter ah’n yer no gettin any o it, either o ye, till ye clear yer plate. Translate: pirl: … Continue reading Pirl.

Hoi, mind an sneck the yett on yer wey oot wi the cuddy or ye’ll lowse the coo, chooks an dug. Translate: yett: gate, narrow pass in the hills. Hey, don’t forget to latch the gate … Continue reading Yett.

Ahn dinni think yer foolin oniebody fur a second wi yer burnt erse an scowdered taes oer the heid o yir wee reid scowderin pal an his constant blintering glaim on his lip. Fancy trying tae … Continue reading Glaim.

Ah foresaw an awready kent aw this whut cam tae pass. The doctor there’ wha nearly chokit oan a stott o cake. The life savin’ Heimlich viking beardy loun, the reid pussed baxter o indegestible buns. … Continue reading Baxter.