| Central - LAL |
that jouks the yetts and | rides | the birlin wheels |
| Central - SEC |
He | rides | again from the royal town, To |
| Central - SEC |
The sun (nor Hell?). He | rides | and sails Ti Scotland incogni |
| Central - SEC |
banes gies a 'crack', syne he | rides | awa, lauchin til himsel aw th |
| Central - LAL |
alang wi twenty followers he | rides | intae the wee toun o Sanquhar |
| Central - WCE |
wears a pinted hat an’ she | rides | an aul’ broom |
| Central - SEC |
n the place wis go oan aw the | rides | . There wis still some oors ta |
| Doric - ABN |
sitors embark on waks an bike | rides | alang the river Loire, stappi |
| Central - SEC |
The king | rides | out once more, upon A tame an |
| Central - SEC |
The king | rides | from Dunfermline town Upon a |
| Central - SEC |
Michael | rides | up ti the tap o Bell Craig! T |
| Central - GLA |
right, but he's a big cunt n | rides | it. BANG. Danny hits him a fu |
| Central - LAL |
and the crankin and creakin o | rides | . |
| Central - WCE |
ays yi didnae go on fancy bus | rides | . Ah'd hardly call gaun tae th |
| Central - LAL |
n doun like cosmic cuddies at | rides | in the shaws – only this ga |