Central - AYR | in by her threshold ilka day, | Bess | fele mast safe m the beild o |
Central - AYR | an a vyce cried for Adam Beg. | Bess | , sabbin her hert oot, clung t |
Central - AYR | fare in the deid o the year. | Bess | made haggis wi the pluck an t |
Central - AYR | able tae Protestant Settlers. | Bess | heard that Isabel Weir, the w |
Central - LAL | 'Fir he's bairnt wee | Bess | Paton! |
Central - AYR | er-side an up on the hill, an | Bess | wad gether fresh bundles frae |
Doric - ABN | ye winna believe ess - fan | Bess | wis jist gettin ower her pneu |
Central - AYR | had been sae guid tae him an | Bess | thae five years. Feart tae st |
Central - SEC | King James: Guid Queen | Bess | isnae deid yett. Haud yer hor |
Central - AYR | t she had wark tae dae. Efter | Bess | Begg dee'd, the puir hous wis |
Central - AYR | n the sands at Wigtown), puir | Bess | wis driven near tae madness w |
Central - AYR | Adam never tuik his | Bess | tae the heather. For months e |
Central - AYR | , bien wee hous ready for his | Bess | afore the back-en - an flit |
Central - AYR | Adam luke at | Bess | an she noddit. 'Aye, Tammas, |
Central - AYR | heir denner, efter speirin at | Bess | or Adam gif they'd gied some |
Central - AYR | tae the hous - an his sweet | Bess | - afore he got a droukin. Ha |
Doric - MNA | y ahm remembering ma lovely | Bess | fa used tae think the North S |
Central - AYR | his life an that o his bonny | Bess | . But fear wadnae plou his rig |