| 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 |