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Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: “That’s whit I hate maist aboot fechtin’–it makes ye sae deevilish dry; Noo jist hae a keek at yon ferm-hoose them Gairmans are poundin’ sae fine, Weel, think o’ it, doon in the dunnie there’s bottles and bottles o’ wine. A’ hell’s fairly belchin’ oot yonner, but oh, lad, I’m ettlin’ tae try.…” ''“If it’s poose she’ll be with ye whateffer,” says Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye.

Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska: “Whit price fur a funeral wreath? We’re dodgin’ a’ kinds o’ destruction, an’ jist by the skin o’ oor teeth.