
Scottish Word: Nane.
Yer wunnerin why aw us fish roond here are aw on the land noo? An there’s nane o us in the watter? Weel – I’ll tell ye for why… Translate: nane, naen, neen, neun: none You … Continue reading Nane.

Yer wunnerin why aw us fish roond here are aw on the land noo? An there’s nane o us in the watter? Weel – I’ll tell ye for why… Translate: nane, naen, neen, neun: none You … Continue reading Nane.

I aye like a thick moggan tae hap ma leg. Otherwise I’ve got a cauld gap atween mha jaikit an mha gore-tex pro gaiter whaur yon snell wind ootside cuts richt through ma guid winter breeks … Continue reading Moggan.

We aye gie him a straw. He canna easily lift the mug. We cannae hae him scauding hissel, kin we. Translate: canna, cannae, cannie, canny: cannot. In most Scottish dialects the word has a much fuller … Continue reading Canna.

Fie! Awa wi ye! I dinni believe in wraiths, ah’ve no reached my three score an ten yet, nivir mind the rest. Awa an gie me peace tae enjoy my smoke o extra strong special baccy, … Continue reading Wraith.

Is that it!? Yiv a peerie measure an a richt droont-miller haun aboot ye min, tae my ee. God sink ye! Ah’ve a guid mind tae rethink mha magnanimity in victory an insteid o drinkin yer … Continue reading Droon the Miller.

Dinni worry chiel, wee yins like yersel will hae speelin hecks made o stane when the last o us wid is gone ahn the plastic’s done. Nae speelin oan me. The last o the auld trees. … Continue reading Speel.

Jings, we didni hauf rooze up thon bear by peltin it wi stanes. Oniegate we’re sauf noo Erchie, she’ll be awa lickin her birses at hame. C’mon oot – nae worries, she disni ken aboot this … Continue reading Rooze.

Why are you Sol System ingineers still uisin engines wi physical nuts n bolts ye hae tae tirl n birl wi spanners? It’s sooo tiresome. Yiv got access nooadays tae yer modern temporal-oxy-flow-fusion-unity jints, smart-quark-unipolar-iso-belter-bandsters, kinetic-inertia-damper-snecks, … Continue reading Tirl.

“She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist … Continue reading Wee.

Prof? Div ye no hear me? Ah’m aw a munsie wi my muckle gloves. Nae help ava. So if I wiz yersel I’d bakarties tae me gleg like. Yer aboot tae snib yer anti-grav-whigmaleerie o poust … Continue reading Backarties.