| Doric - DOR | u wis dried oot fae the caul. | Lockin | lips wae ye wis sheer bliss, |
| Central - EDN | endless as a hangman's raip. | Lockin | |
| Central - GLA | s that whit this is aw aboot? | Lockin | yersel awaiy fae the world?†|
| Doric - MNA | proticks, an he crooned aa bi | lockin | Jock i the jile. |
| Central - GLA | front ae him, then ah see him | lockin | his eyes oan the airborne dra |
| Central - SEC | He rushes oot his goals, een | lockin | oantae the baw, trackin its f |
| Southern - SEA | t masel. I fund the meenister | lockin | up, but he’d no seen her in |