Scottish Word: Speel.
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.
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.
Dinni be fooled by its mimpin an primpin. Its heid’s aw teeth an its brain’s in it’s belly. It’s no a bonnie thing ataw an neither will we be if it gets a hud o us. … Continue reading Mimp.
If ye chap ma napper wi yir theevil I’ll lewder ye wi ma warroch o oak. Tak tint. Translate: theevil, theivil, theevle: short tapered stick used for stirring food in a pot. If you tap my … Continue reading Theevil.
Noo grannie McFearty o the Hurcheons o Dimwittie please dinni flee into a fyke cos yer tass o tea’s on the cuil side – no heated tae bilin het sic as ye like it. Ye ken … Continue reading Hurcheon.
Dinni tell tae me “simmer doon hen”. Fur yer clack yer a puddock noo. For ah dinni simmer I bile, nor ahm ah a hen. Ah’m a bonnie lassie ahn foreby a bonnie witch. Ya puddock. … Continue reading Lassie.
Yer no hairse in the least. Yer scroban soonds fine tae me, yer lighs are clear, an so’s yer thrapple. Ye’ll jist hae tae face facts an admit that yiv got a boukit craw’s heid insteid … Continue reading Hairse.
I have my pet craw here wha’s hungert. Kin he rake oer yer kirn-field for leavins sickert frae you eatin him? He’s caw’d Erchie an the wee loun unner me’s mha brither caw’d Windy Windlestrae wha … Continue reading Hungert.
Pey me weel. Pey me weel. An’ I’ll do ye a deal. Noo Mr Wabster an wee Miss Moffat yer spider silk shin are braw things but I canni pey ye much, an nothing up front … Continue reading Pey me weel.
“Yer teeterin like a sissy – the secret’s muckle sturdy tackety bits what gie ye stability. No these wee licht baffies ye’ve on” Translate: tackety bits, ~buits, ~butts, ~butes: hobnailed boots. “You are teetering like a … Continue reading Tackety Bits.
“Noo listen hard vicar, please dinni refer tae me as a ‘burd’. I am the professor’s secretary. The professor’s aside ye wi his tea an his wee terrier is awayis barkin at the bursour. There are … Continue reading Aside.