Crossword-Solution: SKELPIT
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| SKELPIT | anagram | LIPETSK |
We have 1 clue for the answer “SKELPIT”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Scots word meaning skelped | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
To cause to flow in a stream, as a liquid or anything
flowing like a liquid, either out of a vessel or into it; as, to pour
water from a pail; to pour wine into a decanter; to pour oil upon the
waters; to pour out sand or dust.
Hint 2 anagram
UPOR
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Sentences with SKELPIT (5)
Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit {149a} on through dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet, Whiles crooning o’er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glowering round wi’ prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares: Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, [spanked, puddle] Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; [song] Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, [staring] Lest bogles catch him unawares, [goblins] Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg-- A better never lifted leg-- Tam skelpit on through dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares; Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
Verra well, dinna ye think as hoo yon Irish whelp I skelpit the day 'll hae a waesome feelin' i' his breist? That's a' the meanin' I desired till convey.
Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit on through dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire; Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet, Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glowering round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares: Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.