Doric - DOR | "I agree tae it," | chittered | the brave wee sea quine. And |
Doric - MNA | h this is an AWFA Yule”, he | chittered | . “Ma neives are fair stouni |
Central - EDN | The Baillie | chittered | in Weir's warm hoose. |
Doric - MNA | er storms o pneumonia. Minnie | chittered | , tho her claes war warm. Her |
Doric - MNA | explode at ony meenit. Mooch | chittered | a mince pie, bit his kyte wis |
Central - LAL | The fish | chittered | and shoogled and stapped movi |
Doric - MNA | et aneth the kitchie table an | chittered | like twa jeelies. And of cour |
Doric - MNA | The twa coorse moosies | chittered | an chawed an gnawed at aipple |
Doric - MNA | n the twa ill-trickit moosies | chittered | it wi theii teeth, till it wi |
Doric - MNA | r o pearl, far the fite swans | chittered | atween the floes o ice. The h |
Ulster - EUL | t. It was a quait answer that | chittered | at the corners o his lips. |
Central - LAL | n for ony guid reason. Violet | chittered | , still in her nichtie, but as |