| Central - SEC | let it drift me awa' fae th' | nightmares | o' life. Nothing wis thare. |
| Central - SEC | y shredded by bullets. Ah had | nightmares | aboot it fur weeks, but ah’ |
| Central - EDN | for my balls. I'll be having | nightmares | for a week. Jeez!” |
| Orkney - ORK | Bedevilled bi | nightmares | , he swaeted and threshed. Aal |
| Doric - DOR | ; she'd say. Fills ma heid wi | nightmares | aboot black lungs and mannies |
| Central - GLA | ay a hoaspital. The stuff ay | nightmares | , the place; encrusted as it i |