"Weet" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... gairden sod, Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels plod - A maist unceevil thing o' God In mid July - If ye'll just curse the sneckdraw, dod! An' ...
— Underwoods • Robert Louis Stevenson
... is o'er, and a fig for the laird, My rent 's now secure for the toilin' o't; My fields are a' bare, and my crap 's in the yard, And I 'm nae mair in doubts o' the spoilin' o't. Now welcome gude weather, or wind, or come weet, Or bauld ragin' winter, wi' hail, snaw, or sleet, Nae mair can he draigle my crap 'mang his feet, Nor wraik his ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various |
