The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #31033 Message #3782283
Posted By: keberoxu
30-Mar-16 - 12:41 PM
Thread Name: Help: Scottish humor sought
Subject: RE: Help: Scottish humor sought
third installment
Close to the laird John draws his chair,
Who unsuspicious, unaware
What a' this kindness meant;
Go Sir, quo John I'm sure ye'll never
Refuse a tenant this sma' favour --,
What is it John ye want?
(John oo'd and nicher'd like a stallion),
Your dons, wer't but a single million,
I'd be right happy o'er them: --
A million, John, ye're ay sae funny,
A million canna be that mony,
What will ye gi'a me for them? --
Your honour, sir, (hum ha) I think
And rang the bell for pen an' ink,
They'll run about ten pecks; --
For Twal pecks price, John, ye shall get them, --
They're counted gude by a' e'er are ate them, --
(John hirsel'd on his specks.)
Your honour's will, a bargain be't
We'll put it upon black an' white,
In case it be forgot;
It's lang e'er I the taties need,
An' time gars things wear out o' head, --
The laird sign'd what John wrote.
to be continued