Doric - DOR | Deedledee | - the Fift is maistlins watt | |
Doric - DOR | icht muckle obleiged tae ye!" | Deedledee | eikit on. "Are ye fain o poet |
Doric - DOR | e, muckle aisier nor aat, fae- | Deedledee | , I think it wes." |
Doric - DOR | gat an aafa sair teeth," said | Deedledee | , fa hed teen tent o iss obsai |
Doric - DOR | e Reid Keing snocherin," said | Deedledee | . |
Doric - DOR | e Caibinet-vricht, tho," said | Deedledee | . "Ye see, he heild his snifte |
Doric - DOR | "An mirker," said | Deedledee | . |
Doric - DOR | Aa iss time | Deedledee | wes straachlin the best he cw |
Doric - DOR | Deedledum an | Deedledee | Beed fecht or een gat lickit, |
Doric - DOR | Deedledum an | Deedledee | |
Doric - DOR | an the tidder "TAE THE HOUS O | DEEDLEDEE | ". |
Doric - DOR | t, in course!" An he gomed at | Deedledee | , fa dowpit doun stracht on th |
Doric - DOR | "Na, faith ye!" rebattit | Deedledee | sneistie-like. "Ye'd be naepl |