birr

Ye'll be sae kind as let me see How this same bird o' yours can flee. T'oblige ye, friend, I winna stand — Syne loos'd the falcon frae his hand. Unhooded, up she sprang wi' birr, While baith stood staring after her.

A chaise in full birr came upon her and knocked her down.

O' the sounds o' love and joy, There's nane sae pleasant as the birr o' Scotland's spinnin' wheel.

Nae mair he will wi' rattlin' birr, Sing to his soul-inspirin' girr, The dormant Gothamites to stir, His powers to heed;