"Wha wad do us ony harm, ye Gowk," she continued, as she undid the fastenings of the door; "and is't feer, think ye, that's to hinder us frae gien shelter to the shelterless, or food to the hungry?"
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Vol. XX"
Alexander Leighton
It micht hae come til a far wysser heid nor mine, but seein' it did come to mine, it wad luik as gien the Lord micht hae pitten' t' there-to the comfort an' consolation o' ane,'at, gien she be a Gowk, is muckle the same as the Lord made her wi' 's ain bliss-it han'.
"Warlock o' Glenwarlock"
George MacDonald