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THE HIGHLAND TOUR

25th August, 1787.

I leave Edinburgh for a northern tour, in company with my good friend Mr. Nicol, whose originality of humour promises me much entertainment.—Linlithgow—a fertile improved country—West Lothian. The more elegance and luxury among the farmers, I always observe in equal proportion, the rudeness and stupidity of the peasantry. This remark I have made all over the Lothians, Merse, Roxburgh, &c. For this, among other reasons, I think that a man of romantic taste, a “Man of Feeling,” will be better pleased with the poverty, but intelligent minds of the peasantry in Ayrshire (peasantry they are all below the justice of peace) than the opulence of a club of Merse farmers, when at the same time, he considers the vandalism of their plough-folks, &c. I carry this idea so far, that an unenclosed, half improven country is to me actually more agreeable, and gives me more pleasure as a prospect, than a country cultivated like a garden.—Soil about Linlithgow light and thin.—The town carries the appearance of rude, decayed grandeur—charmingly rural, retired situation. The old royal palace a tolerably fine, but melancholy ruin—sweetly situated on a small elevation, by the brink of a loch. Shown the room where the beautiful, injured Mary Queen of Scots was born—a pretty good old Gothic church. The infamous stool of repentance standing, in the old Romish way, on a lofty situation.

What a poor pimping business is a Presbyterian place of worship; dirty, narrow, and squalid; stuck in a corner of old popish grandeur such as Linlithgow, and much more, Melrose! Ceremony and show, if judiciously thrown in, absolutely necessary for the bulk of mankind, both in religious and civil matters.—Dine.—Go to my friend Smith’s at Avon printfield—find nobody but Mrs. Miller, an agreeable, sensible, modest, good body; as useful, but not so ornamental as Fielding’s Miss Western—not rigidly polite à la Français, but easy, hospitable, and housewifely.

An old lady from Paisley, a Mrs. Lawson, whom I promised to call for in Paisley—like old lady W–, and still more like Mrs. C–, her conversation is pregnant with strong sense and just remark, but like them, a certain air of self-importance and a duresse in the eye, seem to indicate, as the Ayrshire wife observed of her cow, that “she had a mind o’ her ain.”

Pleasant view of Dunfermline and the rest of the fertile coast of Fife, as we go down to that dirty, ugly place, Borrowstones—see a horse-race and call on a friend of Mr. Nicol’s, a Bailie Cowan, of whom I know too little to attempt his portrait—Come through the rich carse of Falkirk to pass the night. Falkirk nothing remarkable except the tomb of Sir John the Graham, over which, in the succession of time, four stones have been placed.—Camelon, the ancient metropolis of the Picts, now a small village in the neighbourhood of Falkirk.—Cross the grand canal to Carron.—Come past Larbert and admire a fine monument of cast-iron erected by Mr. Bruce, the African traveller, to his wife.

Pass Dunipace, a place laid out with fine taste—a charming amphitheatre bounded by Denny village, and pleasant seats down the way to Dunnipace.—The Carron running down the bosom of the whole makes it one of the most charming little prospects I have seen.

Dine at Auchinbowie—Mr. Monro an excellent, worthy old man—Miss Monro an amiable, sensible, sweet young woman, much resembling Mrs. Grierson. Come to Bannockburn—Shown the old house where James III. finished so tragically his unfortunate life. The field of Bannockburn—the hole where glorious Bruce set his standard. Here no Scot can pass uninterested.—I fancy to myself that I see my gallant, heroic countrymen coming o’er the hill and down upon the plunderers of their country, the murderers of their fathers; noble revenge, and just hate, glowing in every vein, striding more and more eagerly as they approach the oppressive, insulting, blood-thirsty foe! I see them meet in gloriously triumphant congratulation on the victorious field, exulting in their heroic royal leader, and rescued liberty and independence! Come to Stirling.—Monday go to Harvieston. Go to see Caudron linn, and Rumbling brig, and Diel’s mill. Return in the evening. Supper—Messrs. Doig, the schoolmaster; Bell; and Captain Forrester of the castle—Doig a queerish figure, and something of a pedant—Bell a joyous fellow, who sings a good song.—Forrester a merry, swearing kind of man, with a dash of the sodger.

Tuesday Morning.—Breakfast with Captain Forrester—Ochel Hills—Devon River—Forth and Tieth—Allan River—Strathallan, a fine country, but little improved—Cross Earn to Crieff—Dine and go to Arbruchil—cold reception at Arbruchil—a most romantically pleasant ride up Earn, by Auchtertyre and Comrie to Arbruchil—Sup at Crieff.

Wednesday Morning.—Leave Crieff—Glen Amond—Amond river—Ossian’s grave—Loch Fruoch—Glenquaich—Landlord and landlady remarkable characters—Taymouth described in rhyme—Meet the Hon. Charles Townshend.

Thursday.—Come down Tay to Dunkeld—Glenlyon House—Lyon River—Druid’s Temple—three circles of stones—the outer-most sunk—the second has thirteen stones remaining—the innermost has eight—two large detached ones like a gate, to the south-east—Say prayers in it—Pass Taybridge—Aberfeldy—described in rhyme—Castle Menzies—Inver—Dr. Stewart—sup.

Friday.—Walk with Mrs. Stewart and Beard to Birnam top—fine prospect down Tay—Craigieburn hills—Hermitage on the Branwater, with a picture of Ossian—Breakfast with Dr. Stewart—Neil Gow plays—a short, stout-built, honest Highland figure, with his grayish hair shed on his honest social brow—an interesting face, marking strong sense, kind openheartedness, mixed with unmistrusting simplicity—visit his house—Marget Gow.

Ride up Tummel River to Blair—Fascally a beautiful romantic nest—wild grandeur of the pass of Gilliecrankie—visit the gallant Lord Dundee’s stone.

Blair—Sup with the Duchess—easy and happy from the manners of the family—confirmed in my good opinion of my friend Walker.

Saturday.—Visit the scenes round Blair—fine, but spoiled with bad taste—Tilt and Gairie rivers—Falls on the Tilt—Heather seat—Ride in company with Sir William Murray and Mr. Walker, to Loch Tummel—meanderings of the Rannach, which runs through quondam Struan Robertson’s estate from Loch Rannach to Loch Tummel—Dine at Blair—Company—General Murray—Captain Murray, an honest tar—Sir William Murray, an honest, worthy man, but tormented with the hypochondria—Mrs. Graham, belle et aimable—Miss Catchcart—Mrs. Murray, a painter—Mrs. King—Duchess and fine family, the Marquis, Lords James, Edward, and Robert—Ladies Charlotte, Emilia, and children dance—Sup—Mr. Graham of Fintray.

Come up the Garrie—Falls of Bruar—Daldecairoch—Dalwhinnie—Dine—Snow on the hills 17 feet deep—No corn from Loch-Gairie to Dalwhinnie—Cross the Spey, and come down the stream to Pitnin—Straths rich—les environs picturesque—Craigow hill—Ruthven of Badenoch—Barracks—wild and magnificent—Rothemurche on the other side, and Glenmore—Grant of Rothemurche’s poetry—told me by the Duke of Gordon—Strathspey, rich and romantic—Breakfast at Aviemore, a wild spot—dine at Sir James Grant’s—Lady Grant, a sweet, pleasant body—come through mist and darkness to Dulsie, to lie.

Tuesday.—Findhorn river—rocky banks—come on to Castle Cawdor, where Macbeth murdered King Duncan—saw the bed in which King Duncan was stabbed—dine at Kilravock—Mrs. Rose, sen., a true chieftain’s wife—Fort George—Inverness.

Wednesday.—Loch Ness—Braes of Ness—General’s hut—Falls of Fyers—Urquhart Castle and Strath.

Thursday.—Come over Culloden Muir—reflections on the field of battle—breakfast at Kilravock—old Mrs. Rose, sterling sense, warm heart, strong passions, and honest pride, all in an uncommon degree—Mrs. Rose, jun., a little milder than the mother—this perhaps owing to her being younger—Mr. Grant, minister at Calder, resembles Mr. Scott at Inverleithing—Mrs. Rose and Mrs. Grant accompany us to Kildrummie—two young ladies—Miss Rose, who sung two Gaelic songs, beautiful and lovely—Miss Sophia Brodie, most agreeable and amiable—both of them gentle, mild; the sweetest creatures on earth, and happiness be with them!—Dine at Nairn—fall in with a pleasant enough gentleman, Dr. Stewart, who had been long abroad with his father in the forty-five; and Mr. Falconer, a spare, irascible, warm-hearted Norland, and a nonjuror—Brodie-house to lie.

Friday—Forres—famous stone at Forres—Mr. Brodie tells me that the muir where Shakspeare lays Macbeth’s witch-meeting is still haunted—that the country folks won’t pass it by night.

Venerable ruins of Elgin Abbey—A grander effect at first glance than Melrose, but not near so beautiful—Cross Spey to Fochabers—fine palace, worthy of the generous proprietor—Dine—company, Duke and Duchess, Ladies Charlotte and Magdeline, Col. Abercrombie, and Lady, Mr. Gordon and Mr.–, a clergyman, a venerable, aged figure—the Duke makes me happier than ever great man did—noble, princely; yet mild, condescending, and affable; gay and kind—the Duchess witty and sensible—God bless them!

Come to Cullen to lie—hitherto the country is sadly poor and unimproven.

Come to Aberdeen—meet with Mr. Chalmers, printer, a facetious fellow—Mr. Ross a fine fellow, like Professor Tytler,—Mr. Marshal one of the poetæ minores—Mr. Sheriffs, author of “Jamie and Bess,” a little decrepid body with some abilities—Bishop Skinner, a nonjuror, son of the author of “Tullochgorum,” a man whose mild, venerable manner is the most marked of any in so young a man—Professor Gordon, a good-natured, jolly-looking professor—Aberdeen, a lazy town—near Stonhive, the coast a good deal romantic—meet my relations—Robert Burns, writer, in Stonhive, one of those who love fun, a gill, and a punning joke, and have not a bad heart—his wife a sweet hospitable body, without any affectation of what is called town-breeding.

Tuesday.—Breakfast with Mr. Burns—lie at Lawrence Kirk—Album library—Mrs. – a jolly, frank, sensible, love-inspiring widow—Howe of the Mearns, a rich, cultivated, but still unenclosed country.

Wednesday.—Cross North Esk river and a rich country to Craigow.

Go to Montrose, that finely-situated handsome town—breakfast at Muthie, and sail along that wild rocky coast, and see the famous caverns, particularly the Gariepot—land and dine at Arbroath—stately ruins of Arbroath Abbey—come to Dundee through a fertile country—Dundee a low-lying, but pleasant town—old Steeple—Tayfrith—Broughty Castle, a finely situated ruin, jutting into the Tay.

Friday.—Breakfast with the Miss Scotts—Miss Bess Scott like Mrs. Greenfield—my bardship almost in love with her—come through the rich harvests and fine hedge-rows of the Carse of Gowrie, along the romantic margin of the Grampian hills, to Perth—fine, fruitful, hilly, woody country round Perth.

Saturday Morning.—Leave Perth—come up Strathearn to Endermay—fine, fruitful, cultivated Strath—the scene of “Bessy Bell, and Mary Gray,” near Perth—fine scenery on the banks of the May—Mrs. Belcher, gawcie, frank, affable, fond of rural sports, hunting, &c.—Lie at Kinross—reflections in a fit of the colic.

Sunday.—Pass through a cold, barren country to Queensferry—dine—cross the ferry and on to Edinburgh.

Another northern bard has sketched this eminent musician—

 
“The blythe Strathspey springs up, reminding some
Of nights when Gow’s old arm, (nor old the tale,)
Unceasing, save when reeking cans went round,
Made heart and heel leap light as bounding roe.
Alas! no more shall we behold that look
So venerable, yet so blent with mirth,
And festive joy sedate; that ancient garb
Unvaried,—tartan hose, and bonnet blue!
No more shall Beauty’s partial eye draw forth
The full intoxication of his strain.
Mellifluous, strong, exuberantly rich!
No more, amid the pauses of the dance,
Shall he repeat those measures, that in days
Of other years, could soothe a falling prince,
And light his visage with a transient smile
Of melancholy joy,—like autumn sun
Gilding a sear tree with a passing beam!
Or play to sportive children on the green
Dancing at gloamin hour; or willing cheer
With strains unbought, the shepherd’s bridal day.”
 

British Georgics, p. 81

THE POET’S ASSIGNMENT OF HIS WORKS

Know all men by these presents that I Robert Burns of Mossgiel: whereas I intend to leave Scotland and go abroad, and having acknowledged myself the father of a child named Elizabeth, begot upon Elizabeth Paton in Largieside: and whereas Gilbert Burns in Mossgiel, my brother, has become bound, and hereby binds and obliges himself to aliment, clothe, and educate my said natural child in a suitable manner as if she was his own, in case her mother chuse to part with her, and that until she arrive at the age of fifteen years. Therefore, and to enable the said Gilbert Burns to make good his said engagement, wit ye me to have assigned, disponed, conveyed and made over to, and in favours of, the said Gilbert Burns, his heirs, executors, and assignees, who are always to be bound in like manner, with, himself, all and sundry goods, gear, corns, cattle, horses, nolt, sheep, household furniture, and all other moveable effects of whatever kind that I shall leave behind me on my departure from this Kingdom, after allowing for my part of the conjunct debts due by the said Gilbert Burns and me as joint tacksmen of the farm of Mossgiel. And particularly without prejudice of the foresaid generality, the profits that may arise from the publication of my poems presently in the press. And also, I hereby dispone and convey to him in trust for behoof of my said natural daughter, the copyright of said poems in so far as I can dispose of the same by law, after she arrives at the above age of fifteen years complete. Surrogating and substituting the said Gilbert Burns my brother and his foresaids in my full right, title, room and place of the whole premises, with power to him to intromit with, and dispose upon the same at pleasure, and in general to do every other thing in the premises that I could have done myself before granting hereof, but always with and under the conditions before expressed. And I oblige myself to warrant this disposition and assignation from my own proper fact and deed allenarly. Consenting to the registration hereof in the books of Council and Session, or any other Judges books competent, therein to remain for preservation and constitute.

Proculars, &c. In witness whereof I have wrote and signed these presents, consisting of this and the preceding page, on stamped paper, with my own hand, at the Mossgiel, the twenty-second day of July, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-six years.

(Signed)

ROBERT BURNS.

Upon the twenty-fourth day of July, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-six years, I, William Chalmer, Notary Publick, past to the Mercat Cross of Ayr head Burgh of the Sheriffdome thereof, and thereat I made due and lawful intimation of the foregoing disposition and assignation to his Majesties lieges, that they might not pretend ignorance thereof by reading the same over in presence of a number of people assembled. Whereupon William Crooks, writer, in Ayr, as attorney for the before designed Gilbert Burns, protested that the same was lawfully intimated, and asked and took instruments in my hands. These things were done betwixt the hours of ten and eleven forenoon, before and in presence of William M’Cubbin, and William Eaton, apprentices to the Sheriff Clerk of Ayr, witnesses to the premises.

(Signed)

William Chalmer, N.P.

William M’Cubbin, Witness.

William Eaton, Witness.

GLOSSARY

“The ch and gh have always the guttural sound. The sound of the English diphthong oo is commonly spelled ou. The French u, a sound which often occurs in the Scottish language, is marked oo or ui. The a, in genuine Scottish words, except when forming a diphthong, or followed by an e mute after a single consonant, sounds generally like the broad English a in wall. The Scottish diphthong ae always, and ea very often, sound like the French e masculine. The Scottish diphthong ey sounds like the Latin ei.”

A.

A’, all.

Aback, away, aloof, backwards.

Abeigh, at a shy distance.

Aboon, above, up.

Abread, abroad, in sight, to publish.

Abreed, in breadth.

Ae, one.

Aff, off.

Aff-loof, off-hand, extempore, without premeditation.

Afore, before.

Aft, oft.

Aften, often.

Agley, off the right line, wrong, awry.

Aiblins, perhaps.

Ain, own.

Airn, iron, a tool of that metal, a mason’s chisel.

Airles, earnest money.

Airl-penny, a silver penny given as erles or hiring money.

Airt, quarter of the heaven, point of the compass.

Agee, on one side.

Attour, moreover, beyond, besides.

Aith, an oath.

Aits, oats.

Aiver, an old horse.

Aizle, a hot cinder, an ember of wood.

Alake, alas.

Alane, alone.

Akwart, awkward, athwart.

Amaist, almost.

Amang, among.

An’, and, if.

Ance, once

Ane, one.

Anent, over-against, concerning, about.

Anither, another.

Ase, ashes of wood, remains of a hearth fire.

Asteer, abroad, stirring in a lively manner.

Aqueesh, between.

Aught, possession, as “in a’ my aught,” in all my possession.

Auld, old.

Auld-farran’, auld farrant, sagacious, prudent, cunning.

Ava, at all.

Awa, away, begone.

Awfu’, awful.

Auld-shoon, old shoes literally, a discarded lover metaphorically.

Aumos, gift to a beggar.

Aumos-dish, a beggar’s dish in which the aumos is received.

Awn, the beard of barley, oats, &c.

Awnie, bearded.

Ayont, beyond.

B.

Ba’, ball.

Babie-clouts, child’s first clothes.

Backets, ash-boards, as pieces of backet for removing ashes.

Backlins, comin’, coming back, returning.

Back-yett, private gate.

Baide, endured, did stay.

Baggie, the belly.

Bairn, a child.

Bairn-time, a family of children, a brood.

Baith, both.

Ballets, Ballants, ballads.

Ban, to swear.

Bane, bone.

Bang, to beat, to strive, to excel.

Bannock, flat, round, soft cake.

Bardie, diminutive of bard.

Barefit, barefooted.

Barley-bree, barley-broo, blood of barley, malt liquor.

Barmie, of, or like barm, yeasty.

Batch, a crew, a gang.

Batts, botts.

Bauckie-bird, the bat.

Baudrons, a cat.

Bauld, bold.

Baws’nt, having a white stripe down the face.

Be, to let be, to give over, to cease.

Beets, boots.

Bear, barley.

Bearded-bear, barley with its bristly head.

Beastie, diminutive of beast.

Beet, beek, to add fuel to a fire, to bask.

Beld, bald.

Belyve, by and by, presently, quickly.

Ben, into the spence or parlour.

Benmost-bore, the remotest hole, the innermost recess.

Bethankit, grace after meat.

Beuk, a book.

Bicker, a kind of wooden dish, a short rapid race.

Bickering, careering, hurrying with quarrelsome intent.

Birnie, birnie ground is where thick heath has been burnt, leaving the birns, or unconsumed stalks, standing up sharp and stubley.

Bie, or bield, shelter, a sheltered place, the sunny nook of a wood.

Bien, wealthy, plentiful.

Big, to build.

Biggin, building, a house.

Biggit, built.

Bill, a bull.

Billie, a brother, a young fellow, a companion.

Bing, a heap of grain, potatoes, &c.

Birdie-cocks, young cocks, still belonging to the brood.

Birk, birch.

Birkie, a clever, a forward conceited fellow.

Birring, the noise of partridges when they rise.

Birses, bristles.

Bit, crisis, nick of time, place.

Bizz, a bustle, to buzz.

Black’s the grun’, as black as the ground.

Blastie, a shrivelled dwarf, a term of contempt, full of mischief.

Blastit, blasted.

Blate, bashful, sheepish.

Blather, bladder.

Blaud, a flat piece of anything, to slap.

Blaudin-shower, a heavy driving rain; a blauding signifies a beating.

Blaw, to blow, to boast; “blaw i’ my lug,” to flatter.

Bleerit, bedimmed, eyes hurt with weeping.

Bleer my een, dim my eyes.

Bleezing, bleeze, blazing, flame.

Blellum, idle talking fellow.

Blether, to talk idly.

Bleth’rin, talking idly.

Blink, a little while, a smiling look, to look kindly, to shine by fits.

Blinker, a term of contempt: it means, too, a lively engaging girl.

Blinkin’, smirking, smiling with the eyes, looking lovingly.

Blirt and blearie, out-burst of grief, with wet eyes.

Blue-gown, one of those beggars who get annually, on the king’s birth-day, a blue cloak or gown with a badge.

Bluid, blood.

Blype, a shred, a large piece.

Bobbit, the obeisance made by a lady.

Bock, to vomit, to gush intermittently.

Bocked, gushed, vomited.

Bodle, a copper coin of the value of two pennies Scots.

Bogie, a small morass.

Bonnie, or bonny, handsome, beautiful.

Bonnock, a kind of thick cake of bread, a small jannock or loaf made of oatmeal. See Bannock.

Boord, a board.

Bore, a hole in the wall, a cranny.

Boortree, the shrub elder, planted much of old in hedges of barn-yards and gardens.

Boost, behoved, must needs, wilfulness.

Botch, blotch, an angry tumour.

Bousing, drinking, making merry with liquor.

Bowk, body.

Bow-kail, cabbage.

Bow-hought, out-kneed, crooked at the knee joint.

Bowt, bowlt, bended, crooked.

Brackens, fern.

Brae, a declivity, a precipice, the slope of a hill.

Braid, broad.

Braik, an instrument for rough-dressing flax.

Brainge, to run rashly forward, to churn violently.

Braing’t, “the horse braing’t,” plunged end fretted in the harness.

Brak, broke, became insolvent.

Branks, a kind of wooden curb for horses.

Brankie, gaudy.

Brash, a sudden illness.

Brats, coarse clothes, rags, &c.

Brattle, a short race, hurry, fury.

Braw, fine, handsome.

Brawlys, or brawlie, very well, finely, heartily, bravely.

Braxies, diseased sheep.

Breastie, diminutive of breast.

Breastit, did spring up or forward; the act of mounting a horse.

Brechame, a horse-collar.

Breckens, fern.

Breef, an invulnerable or irresistible spell.

Breeks, breeches.

Brent, bright, clear; “a brent brow,” a brow high and smooth.

Brewin’, brewing, gathering.

Bree, juice, liquid.

Brig, a bridge.

Brunstane, brimstone.

Brisket, the breast, the bosom.

Brither, a brother.

Brock, a badger.

Brogue, a hum, a trick.

Broo, broth, liquid, water.

Broose, broth, a race at country weddings; he who first reaches the bridegroom’s house on returning from church wins the broose.

Browst, ale, as much malt liquor as is brewed at a time.

Brugh, a burgh.

Bruilsie, a broil, combustion.

Brunt, did burn, burnt.

Brust, to burst, burst.

Buchan-bullers, the boiling of the sea among the rocks on the coast of Buchan.

Buckskin, an inhabitant of Virginia.

Buff our beef, thrash us soundly, give us a beating behind and before.

Buff and blue, the colours of the Whigs.

Buirdly, stout made, broad built.

Bum-clock, the humming beetle that flies in the summer evenings.

Bummin, humming as bees, buzzing.

Bummle, to blunder, a drone, an idle fellow.

Bummler, a blunderer, one whose noise is greater than his work.

Bunker, a window-seat.

Bure, did bear.

Burn, burnie, water, a rivulet, a small stream which is heard as it runs.

Burniewin’, burn this wind, the blacksmith.

Burr-thistle, the thistle of Scotland.

Buskit, dressed.

Buskit-nest, an ornamented residence.

Busle, a bustle.

But, bot, without.

But and ben, the country kitchen and parlour.

By himself, lunatic, distracted, beside himself.

Byke, a bee-hive, a wild bee-nest.

Byre, a cow-house, a sheep-pen.

C.

Ca’, to call, to name, to drive.

Ca’t, called, driven, calved.

Cadger, a carrier.

Cadie or caddie, a person, a young fellow, a public messenger.

Caff, chaff.

Caird, a tinker, a maker of horn spoons and teller of fortunes.

Cairn, a loose heap of stones, a rustic monument.

Calf-ward, a small enclosure for calves.

Calimanco, a certain kind of cotton cloth worn by ladies.

Callan, a boy.

Caller, fresh.

Callet, a loose woman, a follower of a camp.

Cannie, gentle, mild, dexterous.

Cannilie, dexterously, gently.

Cantie, or canty, cheerful, merry.

Cantraip, a charm, a spell.

Cap-stane, cape-stone, topmost stone of the building.

Car, a rustic cart with or without wheels.

Careerin’, moving cheerfully.

Castock, the stalk of a cabbage.

Carl, an old man.

Carl-hemp, the male stalk of hemp, easily known by its superior strength and stature, and being without seed.

Carlin, a stout old woman.

Cartes, cards.

Caudron, a cauldron.

Cauk and keel, chalk and red clay.

Cauld, cold.

Caup, a wooden drinking vessel, a cup.

Cavie, a hen-coop.

Chanter, drone of a bagpipe.

Chap, a person, a fellow.

Chaup, a stroke, a blow.

Cheek for chow, close and united, brotherly, side by side.

Cheekit, cheeked.

Cheep, a chirp, to chirp.

Chiel, or cheal, a young fellow.

Chimla, or chimlie, a fire-grate, fire-place.

Chimla-lug, the fire-side.

Chirps, cries of a young bird.

Chittering, shivering, trembling.

Chockin, choking.

Chow, to chew; a quid of tobacco.

Chuckie, a brood-hen.

Chuffie, fat-faced.

Clachan, a small village about a church, a hamlet.

Claise, or claes, clothes.

Claith, cloth.

Claithing, clothing.

Clavers and havers, agreeable nonsense, to talk foolishly.

Clapper-claps, the clapper of a mill; it is now silenced.

Clap-clack, clapper of a mill.

Clartie, dirty, filthy.

Clarkit, wrote.

Clash, an idle tale.

Clatter, to tell little idle stories, an idle story.

Claught, snatched at, laid hold of.

Claut, to clean, to scrape.

Clauted, scraped.

Claw, to scratch.

Cleed, to clothe.

Cleek, hook, snatch.

Cleekin, a brood of chickens, or ducks.

Clegs, the gad flies.

Clinkin, “clinking down,” sitting down hastily.

Clinkumbell, the church bell; he who rings it; a sort of beadle.

Clips, wool-shears.

Clishmaclaver, idle conversation.

Clock, to hatch, a beetle.

Clockin, hatching.

Cloot, the hoof of a cow, sheep, &c.

Clootie, a familiar name for the devil.

Clour, a bump, or swelling, after a blow.

Cloutin, repairing with cloth.

Cluds, clouds.

Clunk, the sound in setting down an empty bottle.

Coaxin, wheedling.

Coble, a fishing-boat.

Cod, a pillow.

Coft, bought.

Cog, and coggie, a wooden dish.

Coila, from Kyle, a district in Ayrshire, so called, saith tradition, from Coil, or Coilus, a Pictish monarch.

Collie, a general, and sometimes a particular name for country curs.

Collie-shangie, a quarrel among dogs, an Irish row.

Commaun, command.

Convoyed, accompanied lovingly.

Cool’d in her linens, cool’d in her death-shift.

Cood, the cud.

Coof, a blockhead, a ninny.

Cookit, appeared and disappeared by fits.

Cooser, a stallion.

Coost, did cast.

Coot, the ankle, a species of water-fowl.

Corbies, blood crows.

Cootie, a wooden dish, rough-legged.

Core, corps, party, clan.

Corn’t, fed with oats.

Cotter, the inhabitant of a cot-house, or cottage.

Couthie, kind, loving.

Cove, a cave.

Cowe, to terrify, to keep under, to lop.

Cowp, to barter, to tumble over.

Cowp the cran, to tumble a full bucket or basket.

Cowpit, tumbled.

Cowrin, cowering.

Cowte, a colt.

Cosie, snug.

Crabbit, crabbed, fretful.

Creuks, a disease of horses.

Crack, conversation, to converse, to boast.

Crackin’, cracked, conversing, conversed.

Craft, or croft, a field near a house, in old husbandry.

Craig, craigie, neck.

Craiks, cries or calls incessantly, a bird, the corn-rail.

Crambo-clink, or crambo-jingle, rhymes, doggerel verses.

Crank, the noise of an ungreased wheel—metaphorically inharmonious verse.

Crankous, fretful, captious.

Cranreuch, the hoar-frost, called in Nithsdale “frost-rhyme.”

Crap, a crop, to crop.

Craw, a crow of a cock, a rook.

Creel, a basket, to have one’s wits in a creel, to be crazed, to be fascinated.

Creshie, greasy.

Crood, or Croud, to coo as a dove.

Croon, a hollow and continued moan; to make a noise like the low roar of a bull; to hum a tune.

Crooning, humming.

Crouchie, crook-backed.

Crouse, cheerful, courageous.

Crously, cheerfully, courageously.

Crowdie, a composition of oatmeal, boiled water and butter; sometimes made from the broth of beef, mutton, &c. &c.

Crowdie time, breakfast time.

Crowlin, crawling, a deformed creeping thing.

Crummie’s nicks, marks on the horns of a cow.

Crummock, Crummet, a cow with crooked horns.

Crummock driddle, walk slowly, leaning on a staff with a crooked head.

Crump-crumpin, hard and brittle, spoken of bread; frozen snow yielding to the foot.

Crunt, a blow on the head with a cudgel.

Cuddle, to clasp and caress.

Cummock, a short staff, with a crooked head.

Curch, a covering for the head, a kerchief.

Curchie, a curtesy, female obeisance.

Curler, a player at a game on the ice, practised in Scotland, called curling.

Curlie, curled, whose hair falls naturally in ringlets.

Curling, a well-known game on the ice.

Curmurring, murmuring, a slight rumbling noise.

Curpin, the crupper, the rump.

Curple, the rear.

Cushat, the dove, or wood-pigeon.

Cutty, short, a spoon broken in the middle.

Cutty Stool, or, Creepie Chair, the seat of shame, stool of repentance.

D.

Daddie, a father.

Daffin, merriment, foolishness.

Daft, merry, giddy, foolish; Daft-buckie, mad fish.

Daimen, rare, now and then; Daimen icker, an ear of corn occasionally.

Dainty, pleasant, good-humored, agreeable, rare.

Dandered, wandered.

Darklins, darkling, without light.

Daud, to thrash, to abuse; Daudin-showers, rain urged by wind.

Daur, to dare; Daurt, dared.

Daurg, or Daurk, a day’s labour.

Daur, daurna, dare, dare not.

Davoc, diminutive of Davie, as Davie is of David.

Dawd, a large piece.

Dawin, dawning of the day.

Dawtit, dawtet, fondled, caressed.

Dearies, diminutive of dears, sweethearts.

Dearthfu’, dear, expensive.

Deave, to deafen.

Deil-ma-care, no matter for all that.

Deleerit, delirious.

Descrive, to describe, to perceive.

Deuks, ducks.

Dight, to wipe, to clean corn from chaff.

Ding, to worst, to push, to surpass, to excel.

Dink, neat, lady-like.

Dinna, do not.

Dirl, a slight tremulous stroke or pain, a tremulous motion.

Distain, stain.

Dizzen, a dozen.

Dochter, daughter.

Doited, stupefied, silly from age.

Dolt, stupefied, crazed; also a fool.

Donsie, unlucky, affectedly neat and trim, pettish.

Doodle, to dandle.

Dool, sorrow, to lament, to mourn.

Doos, doves, pigeons.

Dorty, saucy, nice.

Douse, or douce, sober, wise, prudent.

Doucely, soberly, prudently.

Dought, was or were able.

Doup, backside.

Doup-skelper, one that strikes the tail.

Dour and din, sullen and sallow

Douser, more prudent.

Dow, am or are able, can.

Dowff, pithless, wanting force.

Dowie, worn with grief, fatigue, &c., half asleep.

Downa, am or are not able, cannot.

Doylt, wearied, exhausted.