Scots and Late Middle English
Feck (or fek) is a form of effeck, which is in turn the Scots form of effect. However, this Scots noun has additional significance:
- Efficacy; force; value; return
- Amount; quantity (or a large amount/quantity)
- The greater or larger part (when used with a definite article)
From the first sense we derive feckless, meaning witless, weak or ineffective; worthless; irresponsible; indifferent; lazy. Feckless remains a part of the Modern English and Scottish English lexicons; it appears in a number of Scottish adages:
- "Feckless folk are aye fain o ane anither."
- "Feckless fools should keep canny tongues."
In his 1881 short story Thrawn Janet, Robert Louis Stevenson invokes the second sense of feck as cited above:
- "He had a feck o' books wi' him—mair than had ever been seen before in a' that presbytery..."
Robert Burns uses the third sense of feck in the final stanza of his 1792 poem "Kellyburn Braes":
- I hae been a Devil the feck o' my life,
- Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
- "But ne'er was in hell till I met wi' a wife,"
- And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime
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