| Doric - ABN |
"Aye, Sir," he laached. " | Jess | wis tickled pink fan Ah rolle |
| Doric - ABN |
ll gie ye yer cairds. Na, na, | Jess | , Ah'll jist tak this stracht |
| Central - LAL |
wheels whan a young scriever, | Jess | Kavanagh, misses her lowp oan |
| Doric - ABN |
t Dod did. "Haud yer wheesht, | Jess | ," he said. "This is the aales |
| Central - AYR |
les at Priesthill an see auld | Jess | . |
| Central - AYR |
an his kist heavin like auld | Jess | his collie efter a run ootby |
| Central - WCE |
imrose, though she wis ca’d | Jess | . A bonny lass richt enough. A |
| Doric - ABN |
ation, the siller wis mine an | Jess | 's bi richts, for aa that Ah'd |
| Orkney - ORK |
His | Jess | wis fair delighted when he pa |
| Doric - MNA | e we're gaan till hiv ti punt | Jess | , Wee Jock, Frunkie, Olive, Je |
| Doric - DOR | na wak far wee this gout! But | Jess | oot so sneaky wee bottle oot, |