But Rob was just saying what a shame it was that folk should be shamed nowadays to speak Scotch–or they called it Scots if they did, the split-tongued sourocks! Every damned little narrow dowped rat that you met put on the English if he thought he’d impress you–as though Scotch wasn’t good enough now, it had words in it that the thin bit scrachs of the English could never come at. And Rob said You can tell me, man, what’s the English for sotter, or greip, or smore, or pleiter, gloaming or glanching or well-henspeckled? And if you said gloaming was sunset you’d fair be a liar; and you’re hardly that, Mr. Gordon.
Lewis Grassic Gibbon