And after 3 days of no post at all, we finally got 4 days worth of mail today. It was the orra postman as our postie is off sick. What do you mean, you don't know what orra means?posted by rongorongo at 2:56 AM on February 28, 2011 [3 favorites]
Not so long ago, when the Courier advertised for molecatchers on the front page, which was totally classified ads, you would see adverts for an orramen, usually agricultural. An orraman was not quite as good as a tractorman or stockman, but would lend a hand feeding stock, working the calf catching crate, and would drive a tractor for a not too skilled job like rolling and so on. So our orra postie appears on our route when someone is sick or on holiday - he is a really nice man, just very very slightly not the full shilling, and a monumentally insensitive driver. Orra describes him well, and is not really meant as derogatory. Although like rat-catchers and dustbin men (now pest controllers and refuse collectors, or waste operatives) things have moved on.
But orra in a derogatory sense is used in appearance - someone looking 'gey orra' is not smartly enough turned out - a rough looking beater at a smart shoot, people the worse for wear the following day after a big party, or just badly turned out folk in the street - I suppose orra would mean "a bit too ordinary". An orra-looking car might not get you to Glasgow. Or Crieff.
And thus he sayd: Forsoith I have deserveOkay, so it's not exactly the Scots you'd see and hear today. But that might have looked a lot more similar if Scotland's political situation had gone differently a few hundred years ago.
The deith, I knaw, and or thy hand to sterve
Ne wyl I not beseik the me to spare,
Use furth thy chance, quhat nedis proces mare?
Bot gif that ony cure or thocht, quod he,
Of ony woful parent may twiche the,
Have reuth and mercy of King Daunus the auld:
Thou had forsoith, and I have hard be tauld
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We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.
posted by twoleftfeet at 2:22 AM on February 28, 2011 [1 favorite]