Ulster - EUL | God rest his fit! Oul Leonard | Gourley | was a bad blirt an you know i |
Ulster - EUL | ared o Esther Gibson. Did Tam | Gourley | no mention me?" |
Ulster - EUL | here wud be nae mention o Tam | Gourley | . There wud be nae mention o W |
Ulster - EUL | 's een clesped Maisie's. "Mrs | Gourley | ," said she, richt an saft. "H |
Ulster - EUL | ther. "He teuk care o me, Mrs | Gourley | , an there wasnae a wutnman in |
Ulster - EUL | "Guid morning, Mrs | Gourley | . An thon's a powerful hansome |
Ulster - EUL | rs Andrews. Guid morning, Mrs | Gourley | ," chirped Sadie as weddin bel |
Ulster - EUL | "I will, Mrs | Gourley | . I'll no pairt wi him fur thi |
Ulster - EUL | "Mornin, Mrs | Gourley | ," she sang as she skipped pas |
Ulster - EUL | er meant tae be a mither, Mrs | Gourley | , fur I niver got tae be a wea |
Ulster - EUL | Evening. I'm looking for Mrs | Gourley | ," said the wumman, slurrin th |