Folk-Speech of Cumberland and Some Districts Adjacent / Being Short Stories and Rhymes in the Dialects of the West Border Counties

by Alexander Craig Gibson

There’s mair steàns nor trees.”

Old Rhymes.

Scrimp, S, pinch, reduce.

“For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass.”

Burns. On a Bank Note.

Scrowe, S and C, a lot of children, etc., rough or numerous.

“There’s sic a scrowe o’ Irishmen come ower frae Skinburness.”—Said at Annan.

Scunner, S, shuddering disgust—noun and verb.

“An’ yill an’ whiskey ga’e to cairds,

Until they scunner.”