Words Without End
A noted Minister invited to preach at a
country kirk was asked by the beadle "Hae ye skrievit yir sermon?" When
the reverend gentleman replied that he had, the beadle exclaimed -
"A'm fell gled, because whan you fowk cum
wi a paper, we ken ye'll stap whan it staps, bit whan ye hae nae paper,
the Guid Lord hislane disnae ken whan ye're likelie fir ti
feenish."