| Doric - SNO |
lobs o spit aw owre his face. | Mooney | looks at me like as tae say,â |
| Doric - SNO |
fae the twa that’s screwin. | Mooney | an me are haudin oor breath c |
| Doric - SNO |
ae enjoy daein it. I says tae | Mooney | “Somethin’s up here, pal. |
| Doric - SNO |
on this here wa wi ma wee pal | Mooney | when this great bastern knich |
| Doric - SNO |
that ah gey near forget till | Mooney | gies me a wee nudge an says, |
| Doric - SNO |
their faces at ane anither an | Mooney | nods at me that wiselike way |
| Central - WCE |
cawed Linsey | Mooney | -somethin who mysteriously tra |