Warlock O’ Glenwarlock

Weel, it was an awfu’ like thing, ye may be sure, to quaiet fowk, sic as we was a’–‘cep’ for the drinkin’ an’ sic like, sin’ ever the auld captain cam, wi’ his reprobat w'ys–it was a sair thing, I’m sayin’, to hae a deid man a’ at ance upo’ oor han’s; for, lat the men du ‘at they like, the warst o’ ‘t aye comes upo’ the women. Lat a bairn come to mischance, or the guidman turn ower the kettle, an’ it’s aye, ‘Rin for Jean this, or Bauby that, ’ to set richt what they hae set wrang. Even whan a man kills a body, it’s the women hae to mak the best o’ ‘t, an’ the corp luik dacent. An’ there’s some o’ them no that easy to mak luik dacen