Scottish Word: Vauntie.
“… Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie? I kenn’d it still your wee bit jauntie Wad bring ye to: Lord send you ay as weel’s I want … Continue reading Vauntie.
“… Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel, and cantie? I kenn’d it still your wee bit jauntie Wad bring ye to: Lord send you ay as weel’s I want … Continue reading Vauntie.
Excerpt from the Robert Burns’ poem: A Winters Night. …Oh ye! who, sunk in beds of down, Feel not a want but what yourselves create, Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate, Whom friends and … Continue reading Pouthery.
Goldilocks with the three bears, at supper instead of breakfast, addressing the Haggis; “Wee chieftain o the pudden race, hunted by the fierce o face, slaverin an snortin an fu o fang nae matter that yiv … Continue reading Jine.
“There’s a fine furze bush ah could help ye hing yer draiglet petticoaties oan for tae dry in yonder oot o the way den ye ken.” Translate: draiglet, draigelt: wet, drenched. “There is a fine gorse … Continue reading Draiglet.
Celebrating the 250th aniversary of Robert Burns with an excerpt from his poem ‘The Vision’. Where he doubts his ability and is visited by the Muse, the source of inspiration for creative artists, who knocks some … Continue reading Waukit.
“Enough’s enough. Muse or no muse if you canni bear the gree hawl it oot! Address to the tooth-ache. O’ a’ the num’rous human dools, Ill hairsts, daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy frien’s rak’d i’ the … Continue reading Gree.
“Weel done Cutty-sark!” Excerpt from the poem: “…But here my Muse her wing maun couer; Sic flights are far beyond her pow’r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), … Continue reading Cutty-sark.