| Central - SEC | The | firsten | Flouers o The Forest, |
| Central - SEC | the | firsten | louvre frame frae its bit. Wh |
| Central - SEC | The | firsten | twa poems ir the weel-kent Al |
| Central - SEC | An thare, the | firsten | gryte white-bairdit keings |
| Central - LAL | a warm wind blaws bi the | firsten | licht |
| Central - SEC | lie at begun the craze in the | firsten | place. |
| Central - LAL | t a keek o his fizzog for the | firsten | time, he leuks for aa the war |
| Central - WCE | ts skreivars in prent for the | firsten | time, an it is wi thair help |
| Central - SEC | poem that haes a title is the | firsten | ane, Lest We Forget: |
| Central - SEC | n glawed wi pride, it wis the | firsten | time Clancy haed cried him, ' |
| Central - LAL | steerin awa steppin at the | firsten | jig. |
| Central - LAL | r and seiventy fower whan our | firsten | kistie wis pitten out. |
| Central - LAL | In this | firsten | screid for Lallans aboot fowk |
| Central - SEC | cam intil the jyners' hut at | firsten | mornin, thair wis a hish ye c |