Gallowsbird

Now leave my sight, begone, thou gallowsbird.

I'm none of your parry-bellygrums, you rascally gallowsbird ; you cowardly, sneaking, plate-lickin' bliggard

An old black cloak nailed to the wall, and flapping to and fro in the draught like some dead gallowsbird, hung in front of the unglazed window.

A gallowsbird's luck, that's what I had.