Gin ye sup tasty kail wi' him in the forenicht, he aye caa's roond wi' the lawin' i' the mornin'!
Jenny: Did ony woman ever hear the like o' that—ye mean the lawin', man!
Taxes wuz high 'nuff, an money wuz dretful skurce, an thar wuz lots o' lawin an suein o' poor folks.
Fair fa' the wife, and weel may she spin, that counts aye the lawin' wi' a pint to come in.
We're no blate at askin' the lawin', although some folk are unco' slow at payin' o't. It's just four-and-six.