whin in Vietnamese
Danh từ
(thực vật học) cây kim tước (cũng gorse)
Sentence patterns related to "whin"
1. Whin do you think of this erection work?
2. 8 There is nothing-no bunkers, gorse, whin, heather, bracken, or rough-to impede you.
3. Ok so I just wanna see how well you all know me and my back up Admins this is the altament test whin it comes to the "do You Know ClaraSprite really Well" type deal so please if you fail you know you know nothing and if you do fail you can always come talk to me
4. A man behind me sez Beseechful an’ in a whisper: “Let me get at thim! For the love av Mary, give me room beside ye, ye tall man!” ‘“An’ who are you that’s so anxious to be kilt?” sez I, widout turnin’ my head, for the long knives was dancin’ in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut’s rough.
5. "A man behind me sez Beseechful an' in a whisper:—'Let me get at thim! For the Love av Mary give me room beside ye, ye tall man!" "'An' who are you that's so anxious to be kilt?' sez I, widout turnin' my head, for the long knives was dancin' in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut's rough.
6. "A man behind me sez Beseechful an' in a whisper:—'Let me get at thim! For the Love av Mary give me room beside ye, ye tall man!" "'An' who are you that's so anxious to be kilt?' sez I, widout turnin' my head, for the long knives was dancin' in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut's rough.
7. A man behind me sez Beseechful an’ in a whisper: “Let me get at thim! For the love av Mary, give me room beside ye, ye tall man!” ‘“An’ who are you that’s so anxious to be kilt?” sez I, widout turnin’ my head, for the long knives was dancin’ in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut’s rough.
8. "A man behind me sez Beseechful an' in a whisper:—' Let me get at thim! For the Love av Mary give me room beside ye, ye tall man!' " 'An' who are you that's so anxious to be kilt?' sez I, widout turnin' my head, for the long knives was dancin' in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut's rough.
9. "A man behind me sez Beseechful an' in a whisper:--'Let me get at thim! For the Love av Mary give me room beside ye, ye tall man!" "'An' who are you that's so anxious to be kilt?' sez I, widout turnin' my head, for the long knives was dancin' in front like the sun on Donegal Bay whin ut's rough.