Put on, put on, my wighty men, Sa fast as ze can drie; For he that is hindmost of the thrang Sall neir get guid o' me.

He said Mrs. Linton was ‘thrang,’ and the master was not in.

Shoo were thrang wi' t' birds were Janet, an' gettin' more excited ivery minute.

I hae seen ill weather half the simmer, an' a thrang corn-yard after an' a', an' that o' the best.