We dinna ken muckle avaa aboot William M. Philip so if ye ken mair let his ken tee!
'It 'ill a Come Richt" wis first publisht we nae name in Banff in 1872. It wis later reprintit under the name o it screever, W.M. Philip. He taen oot twa mair wark, Kirsty MacIntosh' Scholars and Covedale. Syne a three are close tae bein Kailyard, the dialogue is rare, makin affa gweed eese o Doric.
Martha — “Lazarus came back at the command of his Lord, and the Lord of death.” Maggie — “That’s true, bit he had to gyang awa again, and never cam’ back ony mair, and fatever he had seen or kent ayont the veil, he spakna ocht tae mortal kin. It’s nae to be woner’t gin death sometimes leuks a terrible thing, and gars the hert dunt wi’ the thochts o’t. A body wud raither gyang to Heaven some bonnier road gin that war in their power. Maist fouk, fatever they say, wud like to won up in Elijah’s fashion, but death is the wages o’ sin, an’ we maun a’ pay the penalty o’ the great transgression, and seek to get a firm haud o’ him that teuk the stang fae death, robbit the grave o’ victory, an’ led captivity captive. It’s only fan we’re wuppit to Christ that we sall float ower the jas o’ the Jordan.”