An' now ye ter be talkin' 'bout heavin' the leetle, harmless deedie over the bluff!
"The Ordeal" by Charles Egbert Craddock
Miss Deedy, on the other hand, is ecclesiastical to the backbone.
"Mystic London:" by Charles Maurice Davies
Yes, in-deedy, it might be!
"Jessica Trent: Her Life on a Ranch" by Evelyn Raymond
The ill-deedy wratches, to blister a' my loof wi' the poker!
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland" by Various
An' there's a puir heid that's been cutit and clour'd,
But Heaven an' hersel' kens what she endured
Lang years frae a drucken ill-deedie gudeman:
He's yirded, an' sae are the sorrows o' Nan.
"The Feast of The "Munches"" by Janet Hamilton
Forgi'e, O forgi'e me, auld Scotlan', my mither!
Like an ill-deedie bairn I've ta'en up wi' anither;
And aft thy dear Doric aside I hae flung,
To busk oot my sang wi' the prood Southron tongue.
"A Plea For The Deric" by Janet Hamilton