The gynour than gert bend in hy The gyne, and wappyt owt the stane, That ewyn towart the lyft is gane, And with gret wycht syne duschyt doun, Rycht be the wall in a randoun; And hyt the sow in sic maner, That it that wes the maist Sowar, And starkast for to stynt a strak, In sundre with that dusche it brak.
"Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3)"
Walter Scott
We leave one Sowar behind, in pain he says, but I doubt if he's very ill.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch
They came round the corner over the burn bridge, walking briskly, the sick Sowar riding in the rear, the cook and his Burmese wife leading-she so neat, with a pink scarf, green jacket, and plum-coloured silk skirt, her belongings in a handkerchief slung over her shoulder from a black cotton parasol, and in her left hand, carried straight as a saint's lilies, a branch of white flowers for G.; then came the Burman youth, also with some bright colour, a red scarf round his black hair and tartan kilt; he carried my gun, and the Chinamen in weather-worn blue dungarees, loose tunics and shorts, and wide yellow umbrella hats slung on their backs, with their shaggy brown and white ponies.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch