For he had left nae gear to steal, Except sax sheep upon a lee: Quo' Johnie-"I'd rather in England die, "Ere thir sax sheep gae to Liddesdale wi' me."
"Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3)"
Walter Scott
Ellen, ye mind whan ye broke ye'r leg an' lay in the south chamber that lang sax months?
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
I told him to keep them safe, as he was doin', an' if he got no word fra' me after sax months,-he was to bide in the room wi' them-they were his.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine