| Central - WCE |
The wheel o village life | spun | roond the Pit, |
| Doric - MNA |
t, he crossed and cleekit, he | spun | her roon an furled her. The m |
| Central - LAL |
flashed in the noon sun as he | spun | the pleuch roun at the end o |
| Central - AYR |
lt awa at a hazel wand an she | spun | the first o the simmer clippi |
| Central - EDN |
wintit tae see the sea.” He | spun | the globe. “Daft, intit? Bi |
| Ulster - PUL |
An Lyttle | spun | his cantie yairns o |
| Central - LAL |
lie, but Aunty Sandra must've | spun | that story after the hit-and- |
| Central - SWE |
smoors harried birdsang | spun | |
| Central - WCE |
me wi ma - Heh Kirsty - ah | spun | roon an Chris Rice wis at ma |
| Central - AYR |
"Whit wad ye gie me gin I | spun | it fur ye?" said the brounie. |
| Central - EDN |
a threid o his ain thocht, an | spun | an internal life fur the lass |
| Central - WCE |
Jack airgie-bargied, pled an | spun | , Tae save his dreams, |
| Central - EDN |
be. He pat it on the buird an | spun | it slawly. “Whit an antique |
| Central - LAL |
o Ivaldie firit thir smelt an | spun | gowd intae the maist dentie o |
| Orkney - ORK |
As the speedo | spun | tae ninety and gaed up again |
| Central - WCE |
Who | spun | pure journalistic gold. O who |
| Central - LAL |
ed his wabs, a pirnfu starker | spun | |
| Central - SEC |
y figures, whose claithes wur | spun | fae cobwebs. A weird whistle |
| Orkney - ORK |
washeen on and, as the claes | spun | roond, |
| Central - LAL |
That | spun | Skibo - jewelled epicentres. |
| Doric - DOR |
Get | spun | roon an roon on i' waltzers |
| Doric - MNA |
a track across his broo as it | spun | roon an roon afore the reed h |
| Doric - MNA |
e to agree or disagree, Sandy | spun | round once more. "Erchie," he |
| Ulster - GUL |
ds were never damaged as they | spun | aroon again. |
| Central - LAL | said neebor ! Billy Connelly | spun | that wan last time round wi h |