“He coft me a rokelay o’ blue,
An’ a pair o’ mittens o’ green.”
Macneil. I lo’e ne’er a laddie but ane.
“Twee yards o’ red ribbon to wear for his seake,
Forbye ledder mittens he bowte me.”
Anderson. First Luive.
Mowdie, S; Mowdie-warp, C, the mole.
“The mowdie powler’t oot o’ the yirth,
An’ kyss’t the synger’s feet.”
Telfer. The Gloaming Bucht.