“At Michaelmas a _pubble_ goose—at Kersmas, standin’ pie.” Old Saying. Putten down, C, put to death. “That nane may ken that ye are clerks, Till ye be _putten doon_.” Ballad—The Clerk’s Twa Sons. Puzzen, C, poison. “The doctor he’s a parfit plague, An’ hauf the parish _puzzens_.” _Anderson._ The Village Gang. R. Rackups, C, a game at marbles where the loser has to place his knuckles on one side of a hole to be “fired” at with the taws of the winners. “He mun stand his _rackups_” is a proverb implying the necessity of accepting the consequences of misconduct, defeat, or miscarriage of plans. Rakin, C, wandering far or wildly. “They ga rakin aboot widoot ayder errand or aim.” Said of pedestrian tourists by a dalesman. Rantin’, Ranty, S and C, wild, riotous. “The _rantin’_ dog the daidie o’ ’t.” _Burns._ Song. Ratch, C, to search vigorously, to ransack. “_Ratch_ as ye will, ye’ll mak nowte out.” Said to hunters in a wood. Reek, S, smoke. “The death o’ deevils, smoor’d in brimstone _reek_.” _Burns._ The Twa Brigs. Riggin’, S, the roof (probably from Ridging primarily). “Ane may like the kirk weel aneuch without aye riding on the _riggin’_ o’ ’t.”—Proverb. Rooers, C, (or rather Furness and Westmorland) oars. “Why do you call them _rooers_?” “’Coase they irr _rooers_.” “They call them oars elsewhere.” “They may co’ them what they will, but if they _roo_ wi’ them, they’re _rooers_.” Conversation on Esthwaite lake. Roose, S, praise, exalt. ”_Roose_ the ford as ye find it.”—Proverb. Rowp, S, auction; Rowp-crier, auctioneer. “I canna pay’t an’ ye _rowp_ me at the cross.” Said by a hopeless debtor. Rowth, S, abundance. “Rich fouk ha’e _rowth_ o’ frien’s.”—Proverb. Rowe, S, roll. “Where Cart rins _rowin’_ to the sea.” _Burns._ The Gallant Weaver. S. Sackless, C, silly (originally, innocent). “Our parson sweers a bonnie stick Amang thur _sackless_ asses.” _Anderson._ The Village Gang. Sairy, C, sorry. “A _sairy_ wife I trowe she’d mak ’At cudn’t muck a byre.” _Ibid._ Betty Brown. Sark, C and S, shirt (male or female). “She won’t mend a _sark_, but reads novels, proud brat.” _Ibid._ Elizabeth’s Burthday. “Our women are nowadays a’ grown sae braw, Ilk maun ha’e a _sark_, an’ some maun ha’e twa.” _Ross._ The wee pickle tow.