yaird

The "yaird" being the safest place where the ewes could be, the proverb means that a thing is quite right.

The Proverbs of Scotland Alexander Hislop 1836

But this was ower muckle for me; so I juist roared oot, "Gude-nicht, ye haiverin 'eedeits," as heich as I cud yawl, an 'up the yaird at what I cud flee.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

I didna ken whuther to flee up the yaird, roar oot "feyre," or clim 'up on the dyke an' gie them a wallop roond the linders wi 'my bits o' cloots.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

When I dandered doon the yaird to get a breath o 'fresh air, efter I shut the shop, here's him tumblin' catmas, an 'stanin' on his heid i 'the middle o' the green, gien Nathan an 'twa or three ither loons coosies!

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

We a 'gaed awa' doon the yaird aboot half-past seven, to see a noo henhouse 'at Aleck had been tarrin' that efternune.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Juist at this meenit there was a rare like's fifty thunderbolts had burst in Kowper Collie's auld-iron yaird.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

I didna ken o 'Sandy comin' till his bed ava; an 'when I raise i' the mornin 'a' thing was cleared awa ', an' the garret an 'backshop a' sweepit an 'in order, an' Sandy was busy i 'the yaird hackin' sticks, an 'whistlin'"Hey, Jockie Mickdonal '," juist's as gin naethin 'had happened.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Princie, as he ca'd him, ga'e a gley roond wi 'the white o' his e'e that garred Sandy keep a gude yaird clear o 'him.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

But Pottie sprang oot o 'the coat -- it wasna ill to get ooten, puir chield -- an' doon the yaird a 'he cud flee, wi' Sandy at his tail, whirlin 'the hewk roond his heid, an' skreechin 'like the very mischief.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Pottie took the yaird dyke at ae loup, an 'landit richt on Mistress Mollison's back, an' sent her bung into the middle o 'a lot o' Jacob's ledder 'at she has growin' in her yaird.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond