Anderson. The Witch Wife.
Sauch, S, willow.
“Whereby the glancing waves o’ Clyde
Through sauchs an’ hangin’ hazels glide.”
Old Song—Bothwell Bank.
Scraffle, C, scramble.
“We scraffelt on i’ this fashion, an’ it was quite dark afooar we gat till Ammelside yatt.”
Betty Yewdale. T’ terrible Knitters i’ Dent.
Screes, C, sloping banks of fragmentary stone under precipices.
“Whoariver there’s screes