Mutch

But of all the congregation, none enjoyed the singing more than the dear old women who sat in the front seats near the pulpit, their quiet old faces looking so sweet and pure under their snow-white “mutches.”

And […] off to the asylum they hurled the daftie, he went with a nurse's mutch on his head and he put his head out of the back of the waggon and said Cockadoodledoo! to some school bairns […]

1986, Sheila MacGregor, The folktales: 5: Silver and Gold, Ewan McColl, Peggy Seeger, Till Doomsday in the Afternoon: The Folklore of a Family of Scots Travelers, the Stewarts of Blairgowrie, page 74, So Silver and Gold gets all prepared and ready, and he says, “Och, that′s awfae-lookin′ things on your heids”, he says. “Tak′ they mutches aff. You′ll no′ need them now because your faither′ll no′ see you.” So they tak′ the mutches aff their heid and they throw them awa′.