Central - SWE | Chrissie | Fergusson's green life | |
Southern - SEA | Ferm, anenst Roberton Schuil. | Chrissie | Tamson did the ootbye Post jo |
Central - LAL | dnae luik his age - even wee | Chrissie | thocht he wis thirty-five - |
Central - WCE | e me, Ah heard yir nippin wee | Chrissie | is it true? |
Central - WCE | , When are yi gaunnae nip wee | Chrissie | then. She calls him wee Chris |
Central - WCE | ene. Dunno. Ah bet it wis wee | Chrissie | Rice, she said. Shut up wur j |
Central - WCE | rlene said, So d'yi fancy wee | Chrissie | then noo. Ah said naw. No eve |
Central - LAL | eir 'mixed mairrage', Sean an | Chrissie | ettle tae gae an bide in Lunn |
Central - WCE | KIRSTY AN | CHRISSIE | UP-A TREE-EE |
Central - WCE | KIRSTY AN | CHRISSIE | UP A TREE... |
Central - WCE | sie startet singin, Kirsty an | Chrissie | up-a-tree-ee. |
Southern - SEA | s the ootbye Post Wumen efter | Chrissie | Tamson o Howpasley, gaed the |
Southern - SEA | whan ma uncle Wullie an aunt | Chrissie | flittit intil Hawick. Yon wis |
Central - WCE | hink so, said Chris Ross. Aw | Chrissie | man you said you pure fancied |
Central - WCE | aid he didnae believe it. Hey | Chrissie | , said Charlene as we were wal |