| Central - GLA |
ers, Hillman Imps. Ah shoulda | strode | the middle o thon night time |
| Doric - MNA |
an fa else wis it bit Jock fa | strode | ben the byre at milkin time, |
| Doric - DOR |
iller key in his haun, Donald | strode | up tae the finely-paintit bla |
| Central - LAL |
he cud see through them. God | strode | across tae face him an he wis |
| Central - LAL |
s no ill?" I asked. The Laird | strode | at the heid of the procession |
| Doric - MNA |
ne Fauldie an Tibby an Prince | strode | oot wi virr in their muckle a |
| Doric - MNA |
She | strode | ower tae the wardrobe, pued o |
| Central - WCE |
s swithed oot her road as she | strode | alang the asphalt like Moses |
| Central - SWE |
her lugs as she | strode | |
| Doric - MNA |
nbraefairm. Oot frae the byre | strode | the fairmer, angeret at seein |
| Central - AYR |
Ah sclimbt the gate an | strode | ower tae yer stump, |
| Doric - MNA |
Her faither | strode | ower an yarked Alec affa Matt |
| Central - LAL |
gates beside Tam an oot o it | strode | a big man in flowin white rob |
| Central - WCE |
Wi Cathy leadin, oan they | strode | , |