| Central - GLA | ah foallie him oot the room, | glancin | back tae the frail auld ghost |
| Ulster - BUL | The watter, | glancin | ower its dark, |
| Central - GLA | s was your bad flu?' he says, | glancin | towards ma maw. She shifts un |
| Central - GLA | ch, in the meantime, he says, | glancin | towards the two polis doin th |
| Central - GLA | oops! Know wit Amean?' A say, | glancin | over tae the burds n winkin a |
| Ulster - BUL | The | glancin | jab an stoory flail o the for |
| Ulster - BUL | The square bottle | glancin | lake fire, |
| Central - GLA | gazin doon oer her sleepin an | glancin | oot oer the Gothic grandeur a |
| Shetland - SHD | ry noo an dan I could see her | glancin | across at me. |
| Central - GLA | pulation, Wee guys n burds ir | glancin | through and whisperin as they |
| Ulster - SYN | us changed, an hïs claes wur | glancin | white turnt. An, luk see, tha |
| Central - GLA | A kin see a few cunts n burds | glancin | at us, wonderin who the fuck |