heids

He said-he said as how his brother would come, him and his men, to free him, and would slaughter us all in our blood and burn the houses over our heids.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes Gabaldon, Diana 2005

"He stamped out, then, slammin" the door, and Joanie and I rushed up to Mam, both shriekin" our heids off, for we thought she was deid" but she got up onto her hands and knees and told us it was all right, it would be all right-and her swayin" to and fro, with her cap fallen off and strings of bloody snot dripping from her face onto the floor" I'd forgot that.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes Gabaldon, Diana 2005

Lost hands and heids cost them their deeds that fell near Preston Dyke man

Tranent Muir 1997

A 'o' them but ane is the heids an 'pertikklers o' sermons that made St. Cuthbert's ring like the wood on an August nicht when the thunder roams it.

St. Cuthbert's Robert E. Knowles

They a 'swang their airms roond their heids, an' hurraed like onything, an 'Sandy took lang breaths, an' lookit roond him as gin he was feard some o 'them wud tak' him a peelik i 'the lug.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Doctor Grant's heids and pertikklers, I'm tellin 'ye.

St. Cuthbert's Robert E. Knowles

"Ah, weel," said Sandy, "ye'll notice that the full heids hang down, an 'that the empty yins stand up."

Jokes For All Occasions Selected and Edited by One of America's Foremost Public Speakers Anonymous

When yon lassie was singin 'sae bonnie, "John Anderson, my Jo," a' the fowk's heids were hingin '; but at "Scots wha hae" they sat up like life gairds, and ilky body near me lookit like's it wudna be cannie speakin' to them.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

He aye preach't fearfu 'lang, as ye've nae doot heard, an' at times the men fowk wad weary an 'gang oot, some to tak' a reek wi 'their pipes an' mair to gang ower the way an 'hae a drap juist to liven the concludin' heids o 'the discoorse (for they aye steppit back); but the Doctor didna seem to understaun'.

St. Cuthbert's Robert E. Knowles

I like stories about folk gettin 'their heids cut off, or stabbit, through and through, wi' swords an 'spears. An' there's nae wile beasts.

The Art of the Story-Teller 1915