Ceårh

Ceårh mutters under his breath Scot's are a disgrace to the crown, how dare they- Ceårh looks up from the dirt path at you Aye, if it ain't a local walkin' the pastures. Whatre' yah doin' down 'ere? The festival's over in the West end of town, are you not a proud Irish or somethin'? Ceårh looks you uo and down with a judgemental eye Me jig is startin' soon, ye best be there, or ye might as well be a Scot... Ueghh. Ceårh turns his back to you and walks to town