
Scottish Word: Brithers.
“Then let us pray that come it may [As come it will for a’ that], That sense an worth oer a’ the earth, Shall bear the gree an a’ that. For a’ that an a’ that, … Continue reading Brithers.

“Then let us pray that come it may [As come it will for a’ that], That sense an worth oer a’ the earth, Shall bear the gree an a’ that. For a’ that an a’ that, … Continue reading Brithers.

Alfie dear, ah’ve an awfie urge tae have some mair bairns. Cos them berries gie us aw the vivers aw year roond we’ll ever need and it’s gien me a spring in my step. It’s aw … Continue reading Vivre.

Them neeps, once neeps like us, coofs noo, are o the opinion that tumshies an baigies are unworthy o neep hood an want us aw deid. So hud the line an mak yer shots count – … Continue reading Coof.

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.

Darling Edgar, widden dish o mine, the saut-backet has a gun an means tae shoot ye. He’s the saucy nurses’ sweetheart an kens ye gie’d her the heave fur me an sweet pea. He means tae … Continue reading Saut-backet.

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.

Ye can gaird yer bonnie reid balloon as hard as ye like Elsie but ye ken yon pawkie brither o yoors is gonna burst it. He aye does. Ahn no pop gun, superstrengthened spring or no, … Continue reading Gaird.

Hop It? Whit dae ye mean hop it!? Hop it yersel ya wee short ersed peengie maithe o a gaird ye. Ye ken ahm the laithsome peg leg peratt yella teeth McGrawker, promoter ahn brither tae … Continue reading Peengie.

He’s the minister ca’d Poe frae the Parish o Ee, wha loves the winter ahn liked tae skate free, so pou the haun’l ahn let the chiel flee. Either tae birk he’ll crash or near tae … Continue reading Birk (1).

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.