
Scottish Word: Oors.
It taks me oors tae walk in here tae deliver yer mail Sharma ahn there ye sit daein nithin, no even offerin me a cup o tea or a drink o yer ginger. And whits mair … Continue reading Oors.
It taks me oors tae walk in here tae deliver yer mail Sharma ahn there ye sit daein nithin, no even offerin me a cup o tea or a drink o yer ginger. And whits mair … Continue reading Oors.
Ah’m affy chancy ye ken tae have a musician perched oan the nok. He can sing anaw. Naebuddy I Ken’s sae chancy as me tae say they hae a craw’s nest wi a craw, braw singer … Continue reading Chancy.
Oan the sicht o yer unbawndonit muckle bouk swimmin unner I wiz sweirt tae row on tae the rocket. But ah kent not ye spaikit the Scots weel or wiz a stravaiginger o the galaxy yersel. … Continue reading Unbawndonit.
Naw naw, thanks for the cannie offer but ah’ll barrie oan. It’s a fine lookin praitchin station ye want me tae try. But ah canni stop. Forgive me. It’s aw richt, dinni fash yersel’s. Bide there. … Continue reading Barrie-on.
We’re no gonna rook ye entirely, we’re no thon sort o pirate. But gie us yer siller wrapped in yir five pund note, we ken aw aboot it, yir bow tie, your collar, an forby thon … Continue reading Rook.
It’s the remains o Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae richt eneuch, preserved oer the years by his weel kent aboundant pushionous pumps. His peg leg sauf here anaw. Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae. [part 2 of … Continue reading Pushionous.
Are ye a selkie-wife or frae the fin folk that yir sae fair faured ahn wi sic a glamourie smile? Ahn is yer hame by yon skerries under the silken moon? Ahn can I huv mha … Continue reading Selkie-wife.
Ah’n ahm tellin ye son nae matter hoo laithsome scunnery bluidie this is, the bastards will be rinnin cyclin tours roond the landin sites in seventy five years time. Merk my words. If’m we live so … Continue reading Bluidie.
Noo this is a bairnie shot an it’s a chip ontae the green no a drive. And Mak sure ye dinni hit the big yin in the ee, nor tak a divot oot o his luif … Continue reading Bairnie.
Hoi! It’s no ma faut folk are biggin canal bridges oot o glaiss. Ahn wha decided you shuid be the arbiter of what a quine sees or disni see onywye? Are you the boss o her? … Continue reading Faut.