bytery was deein--they war chaumer't there, ye see, wi' the
lawvyers an' so on. "Nyod, they maun be sattlin' 'im i' the manse,"
says ane, "we'll need a' gae doon an' see gin we can win in." "Na,
na," says anither, "a bit mair bather aboot thair dissents an'
appales bein' ta'en; muckle need they care, wi' sic a Presbytery,
fat they try. But here's Johnny Florence, the bellman, at the lang
length, I'se be at the boddom o' fat they're at noo." And wi' that
he pints till a carlie comin' across the green, wi' a bit paper in's
han', an' a gryte squad o' them 't hed been hingin' aboot the
manse-door at's tail. "Oo, it's Johnny gyaun to read the edick,"
cries a gey stoot chap, an' twa three o' them gya a roar o' a
lauch.... "Speek oot, min!" cries ane. "I think ye mith pronunce
some better nor that, Johnny," says anither; an' they interrupit
'im fan he was tryin' to read wi' a' kin' of haivers, takin' the
words oot o's mou, an' makin' the uncoest styte o't 't cud be.

Notes.--_brae_, hill; _wan up_, got up; _gyaun upon_,
going close upon; _braw_, excellent; _twal_, twelve;
_sattlement_, decision; _I'se_, I will (lit. I shall);
_sanna_, will not; _till's_, for us; _kent fowk_, known
people, acquaintances; _a'gate_, in all ways; _hunners_,
hundreds; _fae_, from; _hyne awa'_, hence away, as far
off; _the tae_, the one; _the tither_, the other; _yauws_,
sails; _puckles_, numbers, many; _dyke_, stone fence;
_orra jaw_, various loud talk; _mair gedderin'_, more
gathering; _on to_, near; _deen_, done; _bit fudder_,
bit of a rumour (lit. gust of wind); _fae_, from; _fat_,
what; _deein_, doing; _chaumer't_, chambered, shut up;
_nyod_, a disguised oath; _we'll need_, we must; _gin_,
if; _win in_, get in: _bather_, bother; _at the lang
length_, at last; _carlie_, churl; _gryte squad_, great
crowd; _gey stoot_, rather stout; _twa three_, two or
three; _gya_, gave; _mith_, might; _nor that_, than that;
_haivers_, foolish talk; _mou_, mouth; _uncoest_, most
uncouth, strangest; _styte_, nonsense.

SCOTTISH (Group 7): AYRSHIRE.

The following lines are quoted from a well-known
poem by Robert Burns (1759-1796).

The Twa Dogs (C{ae}sar and Luath).

_C{ae}s_. "I've notic'd, on our Laird's court-day,
An' mony a time my heart's been wae,
Poor tenant bodies, scant o' cash,
How they maun thole a factor's snash