byre
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(n)
byre
a barn for cows
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Byre
A cow house.
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byre
A cow-house.
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(n)
Byre
bīr (Scot.) a cow-house.
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary Cf, Icel. bür, pantry, Sw. bur, cage, Dan. buur, E. bower,
Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary A.S. býre pl. dwellings—búr, a bower. See Bower.
Smoke chef Tim Byres gets gourmet with fried chicken. dmagazine.com
"We are in a weapons race here," Byres said. controleng.com
When the cows return to the byre, they receive each about 4 or 5 lbs. "The Stock-Feeder's Manual" by
The medley of barns, byres, styes, rods, poles and perches is a hive of restless energy. "Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, May 19, 1920" by
She found him sitting on a knoll behind the byre, leaning his head on his hands. "Tom, The Bootblack" by
You run across to Tom Brooke's house and fetch that measuring rod he used to lay out his new byre. "Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates" by
The cleaning out of the manure from the byre is easier. "Manures and the principles of manuring" by
He hath ingarnered his grain; he hath barned his fodder and straw; his sheep are in the byres and in the stalls his oxen. "The Fifth Queen Crowned" by
They made for a byre on the property of Mr. Nicholson of Scorobeck. "The True Story Book"
When she had done that, she went into the byre, and there sat the goody milking. "Boys and Girls Bookshelf (Vol 2 of 17)" by
She went into the byre, and he followed her to the door, and stood peering into the dark interior where a sick cow lay lowing softly. "Changing Winds" by
On the left of the manor lay prosperous barns and byres, full of sleek pigs and busy crested fowls. "The Thread of Gold" by
Hummock and kame and mead,
Tang of the reeking byres,
Land of the English breed,--
A man and his land make a man and his creed.
Two kings' sisters I carried away.
They sleep in my byre and they milk my kine,
And the dreams they dream are servants of mine.
Neets when a moon is lost,
An' hullets call fra' t' byre-eave
(Oh! that a lad should luve an' leave
An' a lass alone pay t' cost!).
The foal frisked round its mother staid,
The meads, by sunshine warmed, took fire,
And lambs in pasture, bleating, played.
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
Here is the cosmopolitan cooking
And the light alloys and the glass.
"I hae yokes of oxen, four-and-twentie,
My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weel filld,
And I'll part wi them a' ere Johnie shall die.