Sike

Sike!

The swankies lap thro' mire and syke, Wow as their heads did birr!

[...] a great gathering o' their folk at the Miry-sikes, […]

It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh;[…]

The wind made wave the red weed on the dike. Bedoven in dankès deep was every sike;[…]

[…] hills and mountains, moss or mure, bank or syke, sea or shore,[…]

The march of that herding is to come from the Rispie syke to the point at Blood syke Bottom to the stone syke-head.

She macks sike warke.