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| Fitten | rodd it cam about Ailice nive |
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erent on ayont. Och, Cheetie! | Fitten | braa it wad be gin we cwid ji |
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, it's gat brainches, I avou! | Fitten | a ferlie tae finn trees growe |
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" | Fitten | a braa belt ye're weirin!" ob |
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" | Fitten | kyn o insec?" speirt Ailice, |
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" | Fitten | a tuilie we cwid hae for the |
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erhins idder vyces heild on (" | Fitten | a bourach o fowk there maan b |
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"Kegs, na!" said the Keing. " | Fitten | a norie!" |
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be a thunnerspate comin on. " | Fitten | a hivvie blaik cloud aat is!" |
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w o them spak aboot e Temple, | fitten | gran it leukit wi its bonny s |
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elie for her, "an megstie me, | fitten | a sheemach your hair is!" |
| Doric - DOR | @cligeey Aye, | fitten | fine ?? |
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entit tae bide here-but fegs, | fitten | het an drouthy I am!" |
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muckle stuir tae see onythin. | Fitten | a time the Ferlie's takin tae |
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theness. "Atweel there is, an | fitten | bonnie eens!" |
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in fite paper) "beed tae ken | fitten | rodd she's traivelin, een gin |
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hanns in wanhowp. "Consither | fitten | a muckle quinie ye are. Consi |
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ou," said the Rose. "I winner | fitten | rodd ye dee't." ("Ye're aye w |
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s hereawaa belang tae me. But | fitten | rodd did ye come out here ava |