Three old men were sitting on a hillside on a
beautiful summer's evening peacefully smoking their pipes while they gazed
down on the village spread before them in the calm of the evening light. Just
below them was the kirkyard with its venerable graves and, as they looked at
it, they fell naturally to contemplating man's latter end. Eventually, the
eldest took his pipe out of mouth and said "Ay, whan ma time comes, ye can pit
me doun alangside Jock Scott. We haed monie a guid nicht at the saumon
There was a long silence while they pondered the
pleasant prospect and then the one in the middle took his pipe out and said "Weill,
whan it's ma turn, ye can lay me wi Sandy MacDonald. Monies the guid dram we
After a shorter silence the youngest of the trio
took his pipe out and said "A'd like ti be doun thare beside Jeannie Broun."
The other two turned on him and said irritably
"Bit Jeannie Broun's no deid."
"No" was his reply "an naither am A."
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