A Fou Bet

We met in yonder tavern hay up top o' meikle hill bousing nappy til a' fou the nite drave on wi' rairing voices an the nappy growing better a souter gars a bet wi' lades o' siller the deil laughs as they skelpit slippin' in the dub. Ro'nd birch an meikle stane they slipped and slid sic boldness as at deil th'y laughed full wi' tippeny fearing nae evil. auld Nick ken weel his turn was nigh turning into a meikle towzie tyke hay pounced an thy muck'd thir breeks an skelpit lik pussie's for shelter thou'll get thy fairin laughed the deil as they reach'd safty o' key-stane ae was shaking kenning thy luck that nite. translation A Drunk Bet We met in yonder tavern high up on top of huge hill boozing strong ale until drunk the night drove on with roaring voices A cobbler makes a bet with loads of money the devil laughs as they raced slipping in the mud . Round birch and huge stone they slipped and slid. Such boldness as at devil they laughed full with whisky not fearing evil. Auld Nick knew well his turn was near turning into a huge shaggy dog he pounced and they messed their trousers and raced like hares for shelter. You will get what's coming at them laughed the devil as they reached the safety of the key stone each was shaking knowing they were lucky that night.