That slobbers ower me."
"Oh! lang-haired Sky es are lovin' beasts,
An' terrier dogs are fair,
But never yet was terrier born,
Wi' ell-lang gowden hair!
"There's a smirch o' pouther on your breast,
Below the left lappel?"
"Oh! that is fra' my auld cigar,
Whenas the stump-end fell."
"Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse,