| Doric - MNA |
her wounds as best she could. | Daavid | wiz mair than upset because t |
| Doric - MNA |
d died by fair means or foul. | Daavid | wi nae proof o fit really hap |
| Doric - MNA |
n screamin for them tae stop. | Daavid | didna wait but plooed intae t |
| Doric - MNA |
e weel trained at fisticuffs. | Daavid | kent there’d be nae wye he |
| Doric - MNA |
sobbed fit tae brak yer hert. | Daavid | kneeld doon in front o his mi |
| Doric - MNA |
z sendin him tae his destiny. | Daavid | hid left wi the curtains hopi |
| Central - LAL |
King | Daavid | 's son gaed biggin; |
| Doric - MNA |
id come tae the hoose an teen | Daavid | an the lassie awa. Her tae an |
| Doric - MNA |
they’d turned the tables on | Daavid | for baith o them were weel tr |
| Doric - MNA |
wiz faces. Fin she looked at | Daavid | again the bonny wee servant l |
| Doric - MNA |
icer in India tellin her that | Daavid | her son hid been killed on th |
| Doric - MNA |
y the turnin o the steens.” | Daavid | smiled an cuddled his Mam say |
| Doric - MNA |
hey’ll nae be dodgin it.” | Daavid | leaned ower an picked up some |