She's a wild blether.
He daes naething but saunter, thon body, heh!
Will ye gie ower wi thon craikin?
Whit's the crack wi ye?
Och, he's, aye been as dour as bedammits!
Whit'd he lea' ye? - Och, No a haet!
She speldert hersel ower the sheuch.
A canna thole thon boy for ony lenth o time.
As thrawn as bedammits!