Scottish Word: Hielan.
“If I wass buyin’ a coo it wouldna be wan you could hang your hat on in fifty places. No, no, Peter, I’m Hielan’, but I’m no’ so Hielan’ ass aal that.” Para Handy The Vital … Continue reading Hielan.
“If I wass buyin’ a coo it wouldna be wan you could hang your hat on in fifty places. No, no, Peter, I’m Hielan’, but I’m no’ so Hielan’ ass aal that.” Para Handy The Vital … Continue reading Hielan.
I jist think were gonna get done fur cheatin. First, oor towein sharks are clearly visibill, second we’re no rowin, an third, pets are forbidden tae tak pairt in the race. Ahn tae tap it aw … Continue reading Tap.
Richt bairns, tak yer granny ashore tae a toasty tea room There’s a sair haar movin in oer the water ahn it’s like tae jeel me tae mha banes. Gleg like noo. Translate: haar: A cold … Continue reading Haar.
Gaffer are ye sure ye didni feel thon hotch or hear thon splash? I’m sure I heard it despite the niver endin muittit moaning o this wanless wancheery whale? Mind, there’s red nebbed whale free-ers in … Continue reading Hotch.
Anither rip tide swimmer that’s droonin. Gruppin their would be rescuer like a limpet ahn thrashin awa agin the current, goin nowhere. They remind me o aw the conspiracy theorists ah ken. It aw seems so … Continue reading Sweem.
Here you. Are you the bogilly bogle o Hrungnirøss the muckle trow wha drooned in the wilsome moss holes oer the bye? Wha walks the watters maist nichts by the scarrow o the moon. If’n so … Continue reading Bogle.
The alairm’s aff, whaur’s yer KULF! Hiv ye no been telt it’s a maun-be fur them that sail in oor modern oceans. If ye dinni huv yer ‘Keepie Up Life Float’ (KULF tae you) yer likely … Continue reading Maun-be.
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.