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 He'll stamp an' threaten, curse an' swear, He'll apprehend them, poind their gear; While they maun stan', wi' aspect humble, An' hear it a', an' fear and tremble! I see how folk live that hae riches; But surely poor folk maun be wretches." _Lu._ "They're no sae wretched's are wad think; Tho' constantly on poortith's brink, They're sae accustom'd wi' the sight, The view o't gies them little fright.... The dearest comfort o' their lives, Their grushie weans an' faithfu' wives: The prattling things are just their pride, That sweetens a' their fire-side.... That merry day the year begins, They bar the door on frosty win's; The nappy reeks wi' mantling ream, An' sheds a heart-inspiring steam; The luntin' pipe an' sneeshin-mill Are handed round wi' right good will; The cantie auld folks crackin' crouse, The young anes ranting thro' the house-- My heart has been sae fain to see them That I, for joy, hae barkit wi' them!"... By this, the sun was out o' sight, An' darker gloamin' brought the night: The bum-clock humm'd wi' lazy drone, The kye stood rowtin' i' the loan; When up they gat, an' shook their lugs, Rejoic'd they were na _men_ but _dogs_; An' each took aff his several way, Resolv'd to meet some ither day.