Somebody aye mixes the first glass.

Somebody mixed your first glass.

That is a bygane, and there is nae use at a' speiring after it.

How is the lad to be saved?
That is the question now." "O Jenny, then you dare to hope for his salvation ?" "I would think it far mair sinfu' to despair o' it.

The Father has twa kinds o' sons, deacon.