airms

Ye never heard hoo he laid it into them, steekin 'his nivs an' layin 'aboot him wi' his airms.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

A 'the billies sat roond starin' at Sandy, an 'Bandy maleengered aboot, playin' capers wi 'his airms, an' dancin 'like some daft man.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Fancy my surprise, when here's Sandy i 'the middle o' the flure garrin 'his airms an' legs flee like the shakers o 'Robbie Smith's "deevil."

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

There he was wi 'a hunder laddies roond him, smokin' his pipe like's he was gettin 'his denner ooten't, ane o' his airms up to the elba in his breeks 'pooch, stappin' oot to the musik like a fechtin 'cock, an' his ither airm sweengin 'back an' forrit like the pendilum o 'the toon's clock.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

"Hoo can I haud my tongue, an 'my airms stewin' amon 'boilin' jeelie?"

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

There's no 'a closed e'e for me this nicht; an' there's Sandy awa 'till his bed wi' his airms rowed up in bits o 'an auld yellow-cotton apron o' Mistress Mikaver's mither's.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Folks ca 'it the' Leddy's Grove, 'an' it is there till this day for a 'to see, an' on the coat o 'airms o' the Glendown family ye'll see the sprig o 'oak an' the scarlet ribbon.

Hunter's Marjory A Story for Girls Margaret Bruce Clarke

I laid the Cawm'ell pup i 'yer boody (_scarecrow_) airms wi' my ain han's, upo 'the tap o' yer curst scraighin 'bagpipes

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 15, No. 85, January, 1875 Various

It deidened the pain in a wink, an 'efter a whilie we got the airms rowed up.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Juist at this meenit Aleck aff wi 'Sandy's coat syne he but the hoose wi' him an 'garred him shove his airms ower the heid in his mither's floor pock.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond