“And he won her freedom by playing beautiful music,' Roland added. 'I think he played a lute. Or maybe it was a lyre.'
'Ach, weel, that'll suit us fine,' said Daft Wullie. 'We're experts at lootin' an' then lyin' aboot it.”
This reminds me of a "curse engine" the boyfriend once found - he thought it was hysterical to get a Gaelic translation of "may the malevolent hedgehogs destroy your porridge".
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