Doric - ABN | stammygastert | . | |
Doric - ABN | n-hoose, fan Sunday cam roon, | stammygastert | by fat the supperintendant ha |
Doric - ABN | n throwin his airms aroon the | stammygastert | offisher, he birls him roon a |
Central - LAL | le, that haed monie fowk pure | stammygastert | . |
Central - LAL | urn baunk, whaur oo war baith | stammygastert | . |
Doric - ABN | 'A was ower | stammygastert | tae spik!' he says. 'But dae |
Doric - MNA | an aa e tither lads were fair | stammygastert | at e haul they'd teen, an sae |
Doric - ABN | t rale gweed. Fergie was fair | stammygastert | aifter aa his dowf predeectio |
Doric - ABN | ‘A was | stammygastert | ! That th’umman sud hae made |
Central - LAL | that it had vainished, he wis | stammygastert | , and maist pit oot. |
Central - LAL | le gollop, and Kanga wis that | stammygastert | she gied a wee lowp and said |
Central - LAL | e lion. He had been a wee bit | stammygastert | when I lowped intae the bin, |