Doric - DOR | ine o poachers. Fae ane o the | pouches | in his breeks, the loon teen |
Central - AYR | rae their bodies, an aa their | pouches | riped. Strewn amang the rifle |
Central - AYR | were fand wi Bibles in their | pouches | , an saw their hame plundered |
Doric - DOR | ndae. Shovin his haans in his | pouches | he stood there, an laid aff l |
Doric - DOR | by thaim, wi his hanns in his | pouches | . "I bure the gree iss time!" |