A scottish old timer in scotland, in a bar, talks to a young man.
"lad, look out there to the field. do yaw see that fence? look how well it's
built. i built that fence stone by stone with me
own two hands, piled it for months. but do they call me
then the old man gestured at the bar.
"look here at the bar. do yaw see how smooth and just it is? i planed that
surface down by me own aching' back. i carved that
wood with me own hard labor, for eight days. but do they call me
then the old man points out the window.
"eh, lady, look out to sea. do yaw see that pier that stretches out as far as
the eye can see? i built that pier with the
sweat off me back. i nailed it board by board. but do they call me
mcgregor-the-pier-builder? nook... "
then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying
"but yaw f*** one sheep . . . "