wechts

I hit Sandy blether awa 'for a whilie, an' syne I strikes in, "Ay, juist that, Sandy; but you'll mibby g'wa 'an' get that tume saft soap barrel scraipit oot, an 'the wechts gi'en a black lead; an' we'll hear aboot the Toon Cooncil efter your wark's dune."

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond