Shetland Folk-Lore
“I lays me in ower da bed an' fa's upon a dwaam, an' I draems dat I wis gaein' i' da ebb alangst da banks o' da Hivda. I toucht dat I dang mi fit in a peerie toog, an' awa' I tumbled headicraw ower da banks. As I fell I felt a' in a vimmer, wi' a undömious yewk ower da sma' o' mi back. I lippens every moment ta faa among da caavies. Weel, wi' dat sam I sees a great muckle white fool comin' laavin in inonder me an' kaeps me upun her back. An' jöst as I wis being carried awa', the soond o' mam kirnin' an' da klaag o' wir klokkin flukner waukened me.
“Da sun wis noo come in trow wir ben lozen wi' a gludder dat wisna sma, sae I stramps furt, an' da first I meets is Tammy o Nort'ouse. Says he: ‘Boy, du's no sleepid sae lang as some o' wis. What tinks du o' 'im i da' moarnin'?’
“‘He's baith da w'ys laek,’ says I. ‘He's a pooshin wadder-head, a dirty söal i' da sea, an' I döna laek dis önd o' haet,
wi' da öel risin' oot o' da grund. We'r a'
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