There my kettle boiled for forty years; there I bore twelve buirdly sons and daughters.
"Guy Mannering, or The Astrologer, Complete, Illustrated" by Sir Walter Scott
Bereft him all hot Buird-allane, a boy.
"Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3)" by Walter Scott
He's mair buirdly i' the back than i' the brain.
"The Proverbs of Scotland" by Alexander Hislop
A quick, fierce glance of anger shot from the eyes of this buirdly Scot.
"Our Home in the Silver West" by Gordon Stables
Oh! blithe was she tae see her buirdly callans
In tens o' thousands pourin' frae their dwallin's,
Baith Dukes and Lords, an' mony trades an' callin's—
Oh! prood was she, an' big her fu' hert swallin's.
"Auld Scotlan'" by Janet Hamilton
There was nane sae frank-heartit an' free as young Burns
On the braes o' Cairnbroe; through life's trials an' turns
He's foughten his way, an' won up i' the warl,
A younker nae mair, but a blythe buirdly carle.
"Verses Inscribed To Mr. Thomas Duncan, Glasgow" by Janet Hamilton