Wee Jock, you are the only one I've ever met who knew both yokin' and lowsin'. I prefer "lowsin'" to "lousin", as I think it better captures the loosening of the harness on the cuds. That may be a mere personal predilection.
Let me add a third: "wur mid-yokin'", being the break fur wur tea an' wur piece hauf wey ben the morn's wark.
I tell you, when I wrocht on the ferm, I hated it.
P.S. On the buses, this from the Glasgow buses. I have quoted it before, but it is great poetry:
Oh ye cannae pit yur granny aff the bus! Naw ye cannae pit yur granny aff the bus! Naw ye cannae pit yur granny, Fur she's yur mammy's mammy, Naw ye cannae pit yur granny aff the bus!
Wasn't it following Air Scotia that our cabin crew ladies dispensed with the demo of how to blow the lifejacket whistle? AS steward (In camp tones) "Doesn't she do that terribly well?"
Another tale fae Glesga - Showing a couple of Skandahooligan backpackers, one of whom sported a wide-brimmed hat, to the Central Station; passing a pair of fortified wine imbibers reclining on shop doorway steps. FWI: Y'awright, Hopalong? SB: (Looking back) "What did he say?" Bas: "Nothing, don't look at them, come on!!"
1. "Ah'm sae hungry Ah could eat a scabby-heidit wean, so Ah could, but."
2. The friend of my late father. In the dark days when ships, they said, were leaving the Clyde, every seaman on board holding a master mariner's ticket, this chap announced to the envy of his mates that he had just got a great new job at the Royal Infirmary. After the congratulations they asked for details: "Chewin' breid fur poultices".
3. On throwing money around: "Ra hell wi' poverty; pit anither pea in ra soup".
I personally witnessed this somewhat surreal exchange on a bus from Glasgow to Dumbarton, circa 1985...
Middle aged lady No 1 - "See me"
Middle aged lady No 2 - "Aye"
No 1 - "See ma man"
No 2 - "Aye"
No 1 - "See mince"
No 2 - "Aye"
No 1 - "Loves it"
Both of them appeared mighty satisfied by this, I was tempted to listen further but they began to discuss the various and deeply disturbing medical ailments of their mutual friend 'Jeanette', so I watched the rain instead.
You're a long time looking at the lid - death's permanent.
Reputedly when Queen Victoria, visiting Deeside happened across a bothy where the wife was cooking a delicious soup. The Queen asked what was in it. " There's peas, barley, chicken intlt"
"But what's "intlt"?"
"There's peas, barley, chicken intlt" So on , ad infinitium
Walking the endless walk from Terminal 2 at Toronto to wherever Air Canada departs for the UK; it took about 25 minutes, so it must have been approaching a mile. Along here, round there, past this, past that. The crocodile was stretching out.
Glasgow Lady's Voice: Jum! Haw Jum! Jum: Whit? GLV: It's a lang wey. Jum: Aye. GLV: Dae ye think Err Canada's goat a tunnel tae Glesca?
Location: Scotland usually, and often other parts of Europe
But Largs is dead pure posh by the wey.
A creche in Largs is a collision between a BMW X5 and Mercedes SLK.
New Glaswegian-speak is increasingly being dominated by Burberry clad Neds and pseudo-Neds, similar to the example below:
IF you should find yourself in Glasgow have nothing better to with your life there is always the Subcrawl It's when you go from stop to stop on the underground and have a drink at each stop. It's a bit like a glasgow safari trip but a little more dangerous than your average lions and monkeys trip because it involves meeting neds.
I'm somewhat disappointed by the overtly Glaswegian slant to this thread. Why some of the best Scottish phrases originate in the hills around the Granite City itself:
Fit like a day? Chavvin' awa' / nae bad Foo's yer neeps Yer nae muckle use fer a teuchter
Counting for Teuchters:
Ein, twa, three, fower, feev, sex, seeeven, echt.
No need for numbers after eight as this was the maximum length of "yer bit" when "howkin' tatties". By they way, in the Howe o' the Mearns, tatties has an invisible R between A and T and should really be written as tartties.
I recall a day in the fields when a car load of Japanese tourists stoped to enquire of my friend the best route over the Cairn o' Mount to Banchory (the second road to be regularly sno-closed in the winter after Cockbridge - Tomintoul). Tourists were treated to a full and detailed route, with knowledgable info as to some intersting sights along the way. Directions were very exact and included such phrases as "Had ben the brae" and "Had straicht doon Drumtochty glen." Unfortunately their understanding of a "Teuchter straicht aff a' hill" was exactly nil and resulted in them setting off in the complete opposite direction.