... be to wish her to it," said Martin; "but what may we do?—to stay here is mere starvation; and where to go, I'm sure I ken nae mair than ony tup... — The Monastery • Sir Walter Scott
... fowks cluttered up i' Leeds, Fowks that have ne'er hannled beasts, can't tell a tup frae a yowe ; But the art for coontry lads is the art that breathes an' feeds, An' t' finest gallery i' t' worrld is ... — Songs of the Ridings • F. W. Moorman
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