| Ulster - SYN |
Tha parable o tha | wickit | fairmers |
| Ulster - EUL |
waatched frae the shore wi a | wickit | grin as ivery yin o them grow |
| Ulster - SYN |
Tha wee lad bothert wi a | wickit | spïrit |
| Central - WCE |
minie, ah've discovert that a | wickit | lassie is faur mair frichtsom |
| Central - AYR |
"Whit a | wickit | thing tae say!" grued Alison. |
| Central - LAL |
This wee | wickit | weel-kent tale |
| Central - LAL |
her chair by the windae. The | wickit | wee een follaed Geordie close |
| Central - LAL |
ttling even tho it wis aw the | wickit | baist’s ain faut. She didna |
| Ulster - EUL |
These | wickit | men that gaither roon That pi |
| Ulster - SYN |
saed, "Hoo cum yis hae sitch | wickit | thochts ïn yer hairt? > ïs |
| Central - LAL |
air by the windae, opened yin | wickit | wee ee and said, 'Noo ye hear |
| Central - SEC |
an brave forbye- an that yon | wickit | comments were jyst fae that a |
| Ulster - SYN |
weemen that haed bin cured o | wickit | spïrits an ailments. Thair w |
| Central - LAL |
have not gevin ony terror to | wickit | men to offer this lang tyme b |
| Central - WCE |
irin by makin them still mair | wickit | . In his great mercy, he wad h |
| Central - WCE |
ye get sent tae the jyle fur | wickit | lassies fur at least forty ye |
| Central - SEC |
intil the sash rope wis this | wickit | leukin aix. But whit really g |
| Central - WCE |
aw his fellness, an he steys | wickit | til the enn o his days. Hogg' |
| Central - LAL |
p o the tassie wi thae bricht | wickit | wee een. 'Ye're growin ower f |