- Tolbooth’s a
dowie jyle. An mercy? Nane they gied me at ma trial—the verdict:
hingin. The
duimster slippit the towe ower ma heid,
drapt the
flair – but I’d lowsed...
- on like a preest, (mind aw's
telling ne lees) An' at his side
there was
hingin a
greet bunch o' kees. He
stares i' maw fyece, and says, "How d'ye de ?"...