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Buik 1 Satire 9: " | Chancer | ' |
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m. Folk said he wis a bit o a | chancer | sae Hercules took alang fower |
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him, he wis the decrepit auld | chancer | again. I turned awa, feelin t |
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wyers: MacClutchie, Swick and | Chancer | , |
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on attendant or jist some wee | chancer | o’ a Granda ye’ve jist pa |
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r shut an thought “This wee | chancer | ’s goanna get it if he comes |
| Doric - DOR | u get? Just think of that wee | Chancer | telling the City of Aiberdeen |
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i the wuin. Suddentlike, the | chancer | 's rival |
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ick him. He wid never see the | chancer | again and he'd be left here g |
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us that Coont Olaf is a pure | chancer | . C'mon, hurry up and get yer |
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He's a fuckin | chancer | , but eis no a bad mover |
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eeteracy. Thay owercame thair | chancer | syndrome for tae write in Sco |
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this | chancer | fu weel. We stopt. 'Hullaw,' |
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e can only rid oorsels o this | chancer | syndrome wi writin throu oor |
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that | chancer | Rufillus reeks o eftirshave, |
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yes sir, no sir” tae ivery | chancer | that scleusht in the door wi |