Farms and cattle and crops don't make a fine man.
Grandfather.
Deed now Robbie, they goes a long ways.
Samuel James.
To himself.
Better nor bows and fiddles and such trash.
To Robbie John.
I heerd up at Bann to-day, that ye won three poun' at the Feis at Newcastle a Monday.
Ellen.
I knew that on Tuesday. It was fine of Robbie wasn't it?