I'm no bund to keep ye.' 'Weel, weel, I s' awa' to Shargar.

Him and me 'ill haud on thegither better nor you an' me, grannie.

He's a puir cratur, but he can stick till a body.' 'What are ye haverin' aboot Shargar for, ye heepocreet loon?
Ye'll no gang to Shargar, I s' warran'! Ye'll be efter that vile limmer that's turnt my honest hoose intil a sty this last fortnicht.' 'Grannie, I dinna ken what ye mean.' 'She kens, than.

I sent her aff like ane o' Samson's foxes, wi' a firebrand at her tail.

It's a pity it wasna tied atween the twa o' ye.' 'Preserve 's, grannie! Is't possible ye hae ta'en Shargar for ane o' wumman-kin' ?' 'I ken naething aboot Shargar, I tell ye.