Yaud

"[…]Nay by my faith, if you be so heavy, I will content me with the best of you, and that's the haunch and the nombles, and e'en heave up the rest on the old oak-tree yonder, and come for it with one of the yauds."

"[…]Get on, my fine yaud, get on! There is nothing uncanny there." Robin coaxed thus, as well to keep up his own spirits, as to encourage his mare; for the truth is, that his hair began to stand on end with affright.

[…]he threw it overboard, subjecting it to a spell, that it never should be removed save by the co-operation of "Two twin yauds, two twin oxen, two twin lads, and a chain forged by a smith of kind."