haar

A gust o' win' is skirlin' the noo, and as we luik ower the faem, the haar is risin', weetin' the green swaird wi' misty shoo'rs.

She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel,Her eyes vas himmel-plue, Und ven dey looket indo mine,Dey shplit mine heart in two.

Mountaineers have peculiar difficulty with diphthongs: haar (hair), cheer (chair), brile, and a host of others.

Tha'll sit thear, remarkin an praichin bi th' haar together, an nivver give me a chonce to get in a word edgeways.

But tha can have yond nasty gooid-for-nawt as soain as tha likes, for awst leeave thi if aw live wol awm an haar older!