cawrs

Updated: July 1, 2026

'There's waur jobs and there's better, I said sententiously. 'I wad rather hae yours, sittin' a' day on your hinderlands on thae cushions. It's you and your muckle cawrs that wreck my roads! If we a' had oor richts, ye sud be made to mend what ye break. The bright-eyed man was looking at the newspaper lying beside Turnbull's bundle. 'I see you get your papers in good time, he said.

John Buchan - The Thirty-Nine Steps