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mutchkin

WordNet
  1. (n) mutchkin
    a Scottish unit of liquid measure equal to 0.9 United States pint
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
  1. Mutchkin
    A liquid measure equal to four gills, or an imperial pint.
Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
  1. (n) mutchkin
    A liquid measure in Scotland, containing four gills, and forming the fourth part of a Scotch pint.
Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
  1. (n) Mutchkin
    much′kin a Scottish liquid measure of four gills, or forming one-fourth of a Scottish pint.
Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary Scot. mutch, a cap, kin, little.

Usage in literature

And I'se gie ye a mutchkin mysell, man, if I can settle weel wi' Christy Wilson. "The Black Dwarf" by Sir Walter Scott

Jist gang an' fess a mutchkin mair. "Robert Falconer" by George MacDonald

MUTCHKIN, a measure equal to about three quarters of an imperial pint. "Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Hence, Complete" by Sir Walter Scott

Godsake, woman, let me away; there's saxpence t' ye to buy half a mutchkin, instead o' clavering about thae auld-warld stories. "Guy Mannering, or The Astrologer, Complete, Illustrated" by Sir Walter Scott

Mutchkin, a measure equal to an English pint. "St. Ronan's Well" by Sir Walter Scott

Roy Macdonald complied with the summons, taking with him a half mutchkin stoup full of whiskey. "Memoirs of the Jacobites of 1715 and 1745" by Mrs. Thomson

He uncorked his mutchkin and drank it like water. "The House with the Green Shutters" by George Douglas Brown

Two half mutchkins, I say. "Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 2" by Alexander Leighton

Mutchkin was unquestionably a shrewd fellow, although he did his best to darken the light with which nature had endowned him. "A Book about Doctors" by John Cordy Jeaffreson

AND FORBYE YE GOT A HALF-MUTCHKIN AWA' WI' YE LAST NICHT (AFTER HOORS TAE); IT CANNA BE A' DUNE YET! "Our People" by Charles Samuel Keene

Usage in poetry
There is Will, the gude fallow,
Wha kills a' our care,
Wi' his sang an' his joke
And a mutchkin mair;
"Auld Scotlan' owre her thistle grat—
Noo that her mutchkin stoup was dry—
For meal pocks toom, an' aumries bare,
An' starvin' bairnie's waefu' cry.
"I wuss," cried Maggie, "I could sing,
But gi'e that bell anither ring.
Talkin's dry wark, an'—let me see—
Half mutchkin? Ay, bring that to me,
I'll pay my way as lang's I'm able"—
An' banged a shillin' on the table.