Doric - DOR | there wis doubtin talk in the | Bruntland | Arms. There were sceptics mak |
Doric - DOR | A few days later, also in the | Bruntland | Arms, the same crowd were col |
Doric - DOR | act tae mony a drinker in the | Bruntland | Arms that, on the very night |
Doric - DOR | is then that those leavin the | Bruntland | Arms sensed somethin wis awry |
Doric - DOR | ist hid been birthed upon the | Bruntland | Hill, an for a few weeks the |
Doric - DOR | Lewis, the dumb ghillie o the | Bruntland | Lodge. |
Doric - DOR | is – the dumb Ghillie o the | Bruntland | Lodge, wha, in a mixture o sc |
Doric - DOR | ir tae say the majority o the | Bruntland | Arms regulars felt Abbie hid |
Doric - DOR | the clouds bloutert ower the | Bruntland | Hill like a pregnant black ma |
Doric - DOR | incaid wis the barmaid at the | Bruntland | the nicht Abbie Reid made his |
Doric - DOR | Fortean Times headit, Cat of | Bruntland | : Fact or Fiction? |