See 'f ye go tae Kelvingrove Museum 'n try'n imagine whit thae guys wiz thinkin aa thae years ago, ye almost see them, thur sweaty oxters, ragged claes, an stinkin. Gaunny tak a pew an hae a blether wi thae auld codgers? Watch them drappin aff knackered-like efter work in fulthy weather an snorin like auld grumphies. Whit a laugh. OK. Noo dig yer holes an build yer bridges ower the sheuch. Rip doon whit's in yer wey an dinna fash yersel aboot the midges that bite yer erse aa through the warkin day. But see 'f ye find a stash o hidden treasure, jist bring it hame tae Agnes, at yer leisure.
(Original is Cadence, by Dave McClure)