“A gleib o’ lan’—a claut o’ gear
Was left me by my auntie, Tam.”
Burns. Ane an’ twenty, Tam.
“Bruff-side lairds bang’t aw the rest
For braggin’ o’ their gear.”
Anderson. Bleckell Murry-Neet.
Ged, S, the pike.
“Now safe the stately saumon sail,
An’ trouts bedropp’d wi’ crimson hail,
An’ eels weel kenn’d for souple tail,