tan-rannin

Updated: June 8, 2025

He'd sit up 'alf the night, bumpin' the table and tan-rannin' wi' an old bucket till I was a'most scared out o' my life. But that winter he was nearly carried off wi' the New Mony, and when he got better he said he wasn't goin' to touch the spirits no more.

L. P. (Lawrence Pearsall) Jacks - Mad Shepherds: and Other Human Studies