| Southern - SEA |
| Whyte | feathers like the glisterin s |
| Southern - SEA |
| whyte | horses skiffin afore the wund |
| Southern - SEA |
| whyte | wattir rinkin aboot thaim; |
| Southern - SEA |
| whyte | hairs haes kythed |
| Ulster - SYN |
| Whyte | Chinese |
| Southern - SEA |
Langsyne ye gied til a | whyte | -haired chiel |
| Southern - SEA |
The | whyte | esps thare; hou they reishil, |
| Southern - SEA |
In the | whyte | esps the dowf wunds souch; |
| Southern - SEA |
Hir door opent on the | whyte | wattir |
| Southern - SEA |
inti | whyte | jade an the snaw in the entri |
| Southern - SEA |
ur o the streets is happit wi | whyte | . |
| Southern - SEA |
Pink an | whyte | haunds lik roses an rice cake |
| Southern - SEA |
ho ilk day daws on runkils an | whyte | hair: |
| Southern - SEA |
Ma haffets haes gaen | whyte | . |
| Central - LAL |
Strak on | whyte | beild that ill-end wes as nei |
| Central - SEC |
Scottish Poetry, Christopher | Whyte | , EUP, Edinburgh, 2004, 246pp. |
| Southern - SEA |
The air is fresh, the sand is | whyte | |
| Central - GLA |
. Wan ae their mates, Matthew | Whyte | , tries tae step in ma way. |
| Doric - SNO |
tae get in the likes o Betsy | Whyte | an Duncan Williamson as story |
| Doric - SNO |
tae get in the likes o Betsy | Whyte | an Duncan Williamson as story |