Central - LAL | e Tods, slaikin their chaps. " | Sappie | saft deuks and muckle creeshi |
Central - SEC | as ma Auld Jockie. Wi monie a | sappie | smack A'l wirk for yeir luve. |
Central - LAL | socks an bein traitit like a | sappie | -heidit bairn wi nae intelleck |
Doric - DOR | Dar Oma A ettled tae cum a | sappie | Sufi fir Ye bit tak tent o me |
Central - LAL | , 'Aaaaw', this is mair nor a | sappie | -heidit luve story, but whiles |
Central - WCE | e aboot honesty? Ye're jist a | sappie | -heidit wee sowf wha husnae a |
Central - LAL | ie,' he said, giein the three | sappie | chooks tae the biggest o his |
Central - LAL | Oxterin the three | sappie | chooks, the Wee Tod ran back |
Central - LAL | beasts got tore in aboot the | sappie | sneysters. |
Central - SEC | pping dinkly round the muckle | sappie | coop, afore he gaed his ayday |
Central - WCE | y Tod, a richt saft-hertit an | sappie | pastoral, whause impack is ma |
Central - LAL | th-watterin feast, a purvey o | sappie | creeshie chooks...' |
Central - LAL | tae stert wi, we'll hae fower | sappie | young deuks.' He took them do |
Central - LAL | s, Mr Tod?' he shouted. 'Braw | sappie | chookie meat! Hoo dae ye no c |
Central - WCE | mither cried. 'Aw Harry, how | sappie | -heidit can ye get? How come y |