soothern

Updated: June 15, 2025

I ken there's mony a supper for the bairns and me in yon bits metal; but I canna feel your siller as I feel your winsome smile the drop in your young een an' the sweet words ye gied me, in the sweet music o' your Soothern tongue, Gude bless ye!" And she did bless him; and what a blessing it was; not a melodious generality, like a stage parent's, or papa's in a damsel's novel.

Charles Reade - Christie Johnstone