Doric - MNA | It spread ower Loch Craig and | Tarlair | sweemin pool wi a boomin cras |
Doric - MNA | looked if he made his wye tae | Tarlair | athoot pooder. Slingin his mu |
Doric - MNA | the next time he’d waak tae | Tarlair | . It wiz as though he thocht t |
Doric - MNA | tae happen for he waakit tae | Tarlair | ilka day noo an fyles twice f |
Doric - MNA | set fit like a sojer towards | Tarlair | . He tellt the quines tae gang |
Doric - MNA | could surely dee it again at | Tarlair | . But the quines set up sic a |
Doric - MNA | d o the cliffs lookin doon at | Tarlair | an oot ower the Moray Firth. |