blirt

Updated: May 27, 2025

"Aye, bless ye, I'll blirt no more; go on!" "Wee Henry is over there in his shroud, isn't he?" "Aye, God rest his soul." "He'll rest Henry's, 'Liza, but He'll haave the divil's own job wi' yours if ye don't help 'im." "Och, aye, thin I'll be at pace." "As I was sayin', Henry's body is jist as it was yesterday, han's, legs, heart an' head, aren't they?" "Aye, 'cept cold an' stiff."

Alexander Irvine - My Lady of the Chimney Corner