'Dinna ye ken a proverb whan ye hear 't?
De'il hae ye! ye're as sharpset as a missionar'.

I was only gaun to say that I'm doobtin' Andrew's deid.' 'Ay! ay!' commenced a chorus of questioning.
'Mhm!' 'Aaay!' 'What gars ye think that ?' 'And sae he's deid!' 'He was a great favourite, Anerew!' 'Whaur dee'd he ?' 'Aye some upsettin' though!' 'Ay.

He was aye to be somebody wi' his tale.' 'A gude-hertit crater, but ye cudna lippen till him.' 'Speyk nae ill o' the deid.

Maybe they'll hear ye, and turn roon' i' their coffins, and that'll whumle you i' your beds,' said MacGregor, with a twinkle in his eye.
'Ring the bell for anither tum'ler, Sampson,' said the chairman.
'What'll be dune wi' that factory place, noo?
It'll be i' the market ?' 'It's been i' the market for mony a year.

But it's no his ava.