Scottish National Dictionary (1700–)
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First published 1965 (SND Vol. VI). Includes material from the 2005 supplement.
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Quotation dates: 1710-1824, 1885-1988
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LYART, adj. Also lyert, liard, lyred; misprint lairt (Dmf. 1878 R. W. Thom Jock o' Knowe 36). [′lɑeərt]
1. Usu. of the hair: streaked with white, grizzled, silvery (Sc. 1755 Johnson Dict.), dappled, of a horse. Now only liter.Sc. 1710 Sc. Courant (2–4 Aug.):
A black din lyred Horse-Staig . . . with the Hair unpolled.Sc. 1721 Ramsay Poems (S.T.S.) I. 166:
Now Nereus rising frae his watry Bed, The Pearly Drops hap down his lyart Head.Rxb. 1755 Caled. Mercury (15 May):
The Grey Mare stands a little on the lyert or glead Colour, a little high on the Rumple where the Seat lies.Ayr. 1786 Burns Cotter's Sat. Night xii.:
His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare.Abd. 1824 G. Smith Douglas 76:
But now auld age, an' this unchancy deed, Brings shame in sackfu's on my lyart head.Kcb. 1895 Crockett Men of Moss-Hags xxii.:
His hair lyart and long, fell upon his shoulders.Sc. 1929 Holyrood (Hamilton) 46:
Whare the lyart lint doth grow.Sc. 1983 John McDonald in Joy Hendry Chapman 37 45:
I kent her in youthheid,
sae gowden-bobbed (nou sae lyart) em.Sc. 1988 James Robertson in Joy Hendry Chapman 52 72:
Weill, they sat an they spied, an the derk drew in, an their lang lyart bairds raxed doun tae their hochs, an on they sat, an a bit haar crap up on their sax auld buits, ...
2. Variegated, multi-coloured, streaked with two colours, esp. red and white.Ayr. 1785 Burns Jolly Beggars Recit. i.:
When lyart leaves bestrew the yird.Kcb. 1789 D. Davidson Seasons 1:
Hail, lovely Spring! thy bonny lyart face, And head wi' plumrocks deck'd.e.Lth. 1885 S. Mucklebackit Rural Rhymes 59:
An' between them, lyart-mantled, wi' her patient mien an' sweet, Autumn comes.wm.Sc. 1937 W. Hutcheson Chota Chants 40:
The hills are lyart; fast across the skies The scudding clouds the flying rain gods chase.
